Cold Rain, Hot Words

Fat cold raindrops filled the space between the

Dappling, sprinkles had left on my shoulders.

One shoe soggy and the other damp from

The incessant slog through cold puddles.

I was weary and wanting, wallowing in self-pity,

Wishing my choices had been better and that

Change could come with greater swiftness.

Then you buzzed.

Then you beckoned.

Then you filled my face with light as I read your words

Wiping rain from the screen as fast as it fell.

Then I felt no pain.

I felt no cold.

Puddles were my playthings and I splashed in them with gusto,

Greedily basking in the warmth of your love

And the heat that radiates from your naughty, naughty words.

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