By Allie Marie
You sound better in the rain.
My white dress gets caught by the wind as I spin.
One moment graces us with simplicity.
You and I are are me and you’s therapy.
What we are and how little we know
finally with one glimpse starts to show.
Wet grass sticks to my toes.
A raindrop is caught by the tip of your nose.
Forget why we came.
I’ve never seen you clearer –
our reflections not caught by the mirror.