To the Rain

First of all some stuff from last year, because it never really found a home and maybe some of it deserves to have.

I wrote this last summer, in high spirits at the start of a new relationship. The relationship didn't work out, but I like the hopefulness of the poem.


To the Rain

Meet me in the park by the school
it’ll pour but I don’t care
what it does to my hair
with your hands in it,
it’s my second favourite sound,
and my second favourite smell,
you’re my new first -
I hope that means something
if only to prove it to the rain.