Rain

I used
to love
the rain
 
the way it scented the air
with the rich smell of earth,
the way it turned the inside of the car
into a snug cocoon,
the way it painted the streets
with glistening neon light.
 
Now
I hate the rain.
I hate it for reminding me
of last August on the Vineyard,
when the soft rain licked at my lashes
while your lips covered mine.
 
I used to love the rain.
You used to love
me.

 

Sonya Sones

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