Warm Rain

As you smile so bright and confuse me with the suns' light.
I remember what had been.
I forget the days that brought me tears,
But I remember the ones that brought me comfort.
I still remember the day you said you loved me.
It was a cloudy day, with a slight chance of hope in the air.
The rain drizzled softly on my skin as I held your hand.
Back then, I would have said your warmth from your touch could make me forget the rain and bring me somewhere peaceful and welcoming.
But now,
as I recall,
the rain felt much more friendlier and loving.
And like rain, our love didn't last.

The rain that day was a sign that it wouldn't last.
We really should have seen it coming,
And yet,
I now walk outside,
looking up to the sky. Hoping for a cloud or a sprinkle if I am lucky.
Just to feel that light drizzle,
to remember how warm and satisfying it was.
To remember how happy I was when you said you loved me.
Since the day we parted our separate ways,
and broke our promise of love.
Never,
has there been one cloud in the sky.