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.