Mortal Rainlight
rainlight by which i write these words rain and my heart leaps awkwardly at the sound of it at the thought of it at the approach of it rain smells of childhood and tastes of walking home and sounds of squeaky shoes anyway here's that photograph of us it's funny, but i see... two old friends life will make of us someday how that stirs my heart absurdly as i write these words by rainlight
