Memories of Rain (oNe)

A warm spring day
made perfect by the falling rain.
It hits the ground
makes music on the roof,
dances on the metal gutters,
kisses the flowers
reminding me of home.

Sitting on the porch
feeling the soft breeze of countless drops
cooling the stifling heat.

Together we walked
beneath an umbrella
made for two
through the warm rain
around puddles
soaking the bottoms of our pants
to a cafe nestled away
from the rest of the world.
We ate icecream
while music played softly
the rain blending
in
through
the chords
the melody.
I write
He sits
reading on the porch
loving the rain
us writing
reading
eating
listening
sitting
talking
walking
on a
rainy
warm
spring day
in Seoul.