Rain

She had hair like rain

That would cascade over the pillows of our queen-sized mattress. It would pour from her beautiful mind and smoother me in my dreams.

It would dance in the sun and flow through the wind like droplets falling from the sky. some days she would put it up in a bun, conceal it from the world. others she would unleash it like a tornado and let the world know her power.

The way she moved drove me insane.

Then the clouds came. there was thunder in the skies

and a problem in her chest.

The doctor told us there was cancer in her left breast.

Then it happened, with more and more days in therapy, the rain started to pour.

It would drizzle on our pillows and leave reminding marks. it would down pour in the shower and leave clumps where she stood. There was nothing I could do but watch as the rain came and went.

Soon there was a dry spell and a scarf dessert now rests where an ocean used to be.

I think about those days and remember how much she meant to me. watching as life was drained from her body,

drop by drop by drop

and then she was gone.

leaving me with dry mouth stranded in the desert wishing for rain. begging for it! hoping for it! praying for it! but that's all I could do.

And ever since that day, the rain just hasn't been the same.