I need it to rain.

It’s dry and hot and arid

Rain cleanses and heals, washing across the plants and trees, leaving them dewy and renewed in the early morning

When I sleep to the pattering against my windows

It is easier to imagine Him resting next to me

Savoring the warmth of my body as I savor His

My neighboring pillow remains empty

But the rain is a comfort

I need it to rain

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