Spring Rain The gentle rain falls onto my window sill, and I am lulled by the rhythmic sound. I dream of standing with you in the rain, cold, and wet . . . and then walking inside, and starting a fire . . . I want to be your flame, your every desire . . . I want to be your sun and moon. I dream of waking to your smile. I dream of closing the distance between us with a kiss, a wish . . . a prayer . . . Outside the rain still falls, and my heart is full of longing . . . I pinch myself to ease the aching of my heart. You are my song, my starry sky . . . you are my friend, and protector . . . I want to be the dream you cherish . . . I want to be your morning noon and night.