The kind of rain.

I miss you the most when it rains.

 I remember how you use to  make rain seem like more than just water. I remember how you used to make rain seem like a medicine for troubles. You seemed to turn rain in to laughter and in to tiny drops of life. The way you'd take my hand and drag me to the outdoors no matter where we were.The way you said "rain is a piece of sky falling on your face." How we'd watch it bounce off the payment as the sun reflected it, sending what seemed like sparkles back up in the air. And lets not forget the heavy rain, the kind that seemed to dig in our skin and have us soaked in seconds, so thick that it forced us to search for air. The kind of rain that tickled the skin and made us take our shoes off. And the one that had an up-beat melody attached to it's drops. The kind of rain that made you dance and kiss me in the middle of parking lots, how I long for the the taste of lips and rain. The windy rains, that rushed past us allowing the drops to run through our cheeks like an easy scratch, the way it took my hair with it and you'd always brush it off my face. I miss your kinds of rain. I miss the way I'd watch you take a deep breath after it poured. I miss watching your body inhale the aroma that rain left the atmosphere with, it  made me shiver. It made me lose sight of my surroundings, my eyes just saw you and the precious sight of the glow that your kind of rain left. How I watched you look up to the sky, seeing the way your eyes shined, as if they were pleading God to make it rain more. The kind of rain that we slept to and how I felt you rhythmically tap your fingers on my hip, as our bodies laid perfectly shaped into one another on the couch. As if your fingers could somehow join along with the sound of rain and have you play along in it's beautiful composure. As if you... could make me feel rain with your tapping fingers playing against me. The way you hummed in my ear, with the kind of rain that was soft and light. Creating your own lyrics, as if you could make me hear rain in human words, as if you could ever explain its music. 

I watch this rain now. I hear this rain. I find no meaning to it with out you. I stare blankly at this kind of rain and I attempt to smile because I'm over reacting. In the end I say "Heart, don't suffer.It's still rain, you know." Then I stop my thoughts right in their track.

It is still rain, it does still wet, it still makes noise and it still makes the world around me grow.

But it no longer soaks me in kisses, it no longer sounds like joy in my ears, it no longer makes love grow inside of me, it no longer reminds me of a perfect feeling. How can I fully explain this? Your kind of rain is gone just like you are. Somewhere along the journey of different types of rain you turned in to my own kind of rain . You are my kind of rain.