it rained all night

time slips in the puddles of our late-night thoughts, and i stare in giddy disbelief at my hands holding the winning tickets to a seat at the orchestra of your mind. through the open ceiling, i stare at the constellations that paint your eyes a brightness unmatched by the stars. i’ve never liked sunny days, so drench me in the complexity through which you see the world. i’ve never liked small talk, so kiss my mind with your rambles on ethics and morality. the downpour makes my clothes sticky with you: your voice, your likes and dislikes, your stories, your way of thinking. my soaked t-shirt and sweatpants cling to my limbs, your beautiful presence in my life seeping through my skin and spreading into my being an appreciation for everything you are