Your Rain

I am drowned in memories of you. You flood my body. My brain overflows by the thought of you. I sit quietly, and solitary just pondering over the thought of your adorable face, the feel of your hair, the warmth of your hands, and the smell of your clothes, and it all just pours out of me like a waterfall. Your soft, and warm touch create waves through my heart. When I hear your sweet and mature words, I can feel them running through me, and splashing around creating warmth and energy. You are everything, don't make me a drought. You are like a cloud. A cloud of thought that is constantly raining, pouring, all  over me. I am forever soaked by your love. I live in fear of your heavy rain turning into a light mist, but I have trust that you won't let that happen. You allow me to live. Without you keeping me damp, I would shrivel up and die. I owe you everything, for floating over me. I adore everything about your rain, and it makes me laugh when I don't even want to smile. My body screams for your liquids like a drug. You are a cloud, and I consume your rain.