rain gently drips
on tulip petals
my fingertips flow down
the back of your neck
thick gray clouds
drift through the sky
your warm breath
whispers in my ear
temps in the forties
chill the house
our eyers linger
within their gaze
water beads on
the roof of the car
your laughter feels
like home
the rain sounds
an applause on the roof
we get lost without
going anywhere
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