She Was the Rain

He rolled over enjoying the coolness of the sheets against his skin and the dawn illuminated the sleeping woman beside him.
His heart skipped a beat as she was here, really and truly here beside him and the joy filled him.
Never did he think they would be here together like this. A pair. A force to be reckoned with. The love that shone out from them to the world was blinding. He had been told that by their friends, that they were like little twin suns that melded together to be one blazing super nova of passion.
He loved it.
He loved her.
He would do something special for her. He would cook a great breakfast but first he had something to say.
Pen set to paper he began to write what was in his heart.

"She was the rain"
Some days I wake up and think of all the men before me
and the fools they were to ever
let you slip through their fingers.
They were such damn fools, you know?
They were the type of people to watch the rain
through their windows and say
"Don't you just love the rain."
I, on the other hand, was the only one to watch it pour outside,
take my shoes off and anxiously and bravely
go dance madly in you.

He laid the note on his pillow and slipped off to make her happy.
It was all he wished to do for she made him the happiest man in the world.