When It Rains I See You

When the wind blows in I see your hair flowing in the breeze.

I hear the pitter patter of your little feet as I listen to the drops.

I see all of your curves in the soft folds of the clouds.

I see your edges in the lightning’s dance remembering how you moved.

I hear your laughter in the thunder as it rolls over me.

When the puddles dance, to every drop of rain, I see you playing in them.