In this Rain

When it rains like this, I look out
the window to see how colors blur
with the wind-

remembering the times
you wrapped yourself around me
under my umbrella.

Wet from hair, shoulders, neck,
down to our drenched shoes,
we used up whatever warmth we have had.

The stronger the wind blew,
the tighter your grip was.

We ran, laughing like children
catching their first rain
in an afternoon turned upside down.

I recall looking at your eyelashes,
how pretty they were in the rain,
your eyes, smile when you held my hands.

I turn away from the window knowing
if you were here, you would have dragged me out
to walk together in this rain.