Walk home with me in the invisible rain
sending feathered kisses from the sky,
look closely and you'll catch a glimpse
caught in the speeding headlights.
It falls like mist, like flurries of snow,
perching lightly on your dark hair
and settles gently, the soothing cold
on warm cheeks and aching shoulders.
But when you tell me the rain has gone,
perhaps I will not have even noticed,
because it matters more that you stayed
on perfect invisible evenings like this.
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