Rain and the First Breath of Spring
Rain.
Morning breaks—
a hush of gray,
a sky hidden far beyond the clouds.
The forecast:
Rain.
Certain.
Endless.
I smile at the mirror,
and there—
your smile answers back.
I pull on my favorite clothes,
step out into the waiting world.
Whisper to the sky:
When will spring come?
When will these cold nights end?
I thought I’d learned to live with them—
but today,
something shifts.
Maybe it’s the breath of the wind,
carrying something new.
Maybe it’s you.
Two umbrellas,
bumping, swaying—
a dance in the rain.
At the edge of every drop,
the tremble of spring.
Yesterday,
I didn’t see it.
Today,
it flickers in the corner of my eye,
fragile, real.
Feelings—
honest,
unfolding like new leaves.
Your smile drifts to me
on the softest current.
You show it only sometimes,
like a secret.
Even the street trees stir,
stretch,
sending their waking songs
into the breeze.
Heart hammering,
I reach out my hand—
find the warmth of yours.
The world tilts,
turns.
Inside me now:
Rain.
And a spring breaking loose.