Familiar Rain

Just tell me once that you love the rain too

With a satisfied grin, your forehead covered in damp muffled hair

Your glasses, If you wear any, hazy with dew and droplets of trickling water

Just tell me once right then

With the streetlights making the showers look orange 

Your face a warm color of fire in the reflections and shadows 

That you love the rain too

And I'll find 365 jars every year

Just to collect rain and send your way each day 

Maybe then, on an excruciatingly sunny Saturday, you'd sit by your window, 

Place a jar  open and let the trapped magical petrichor float in your atmosphere 

And we'd see that satisfied grin all over again.