Oxidized Umbrella

I like you rain because your sound and presence are the only perfect elements of my oh so imperfect life. Because you manage to gently pull me away from this- mostly imagined- reality, so that I can be saved from my own mind.

I really like you rain because you remind me of the red shoes and green sweater uniform I proudly wore for many years, years ago. Because you bring me back to aguapanela con queso, and the times when my heart consisted of only the four of us.

I like you because when the completely soaked homeless lady asks me for 25 cents while I slowly walk home sporting my blue oxidized umbrella, and $232 overpriced black boots, I fall in love with my present.

I really like you rain because you hold my hand when I cannot get myself to read the Love Story card he left on my desk/dinning/coffee table as I am finally crying truthfully, from my heart, uncontrollably -the way he would like to see me cry one day.

I like you because you calm me down, so that I can slowly walk to my bed and pick up the love card, read it, smile, and fall in love with him all over again.