It's been months since the last real rain in my window, actually since you said good bye and I said I'd wait. A long waiting with predictable results and without hope, except for the drops drawing my landscape. 
It's funny how certain things intertwine, interact with my feelings... Now a rain will always bring me hope you'll appear once again disguised under a tree, an old one like the ones you always loved to contemplate. We gave birth to enough leaves to cover us from the storm but not enough to absorb the sun and give us strength.
Maybe it'll rain finally and I'll be able to salute you once more and kiss you good bye without crying alone.

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