COMING OF THE RAIN

It seems as though
the rain has not yet begun
and also that it will never stop.
So much love
has passed between us
that we've made our own rain,
and we've made the afternoon
last through half the night
by moving back and forth
across each other,
again
and again
and again.
I'd love to fill you to the brim
so that you'd always be full of my love
and it would spill over,
then I would know for sure
that no one would ever come between us,
no one would ever weave through the distance.
It's still raining,
and it looks like the sky will rain forever,
just like my love for you will last forever,
and ever,
and ever.