He came like the rain

Gloomy and dark

But at the same time,

Lulling and astoundingly peaceful

She soaked it all up

Like a dry, barren, desert land

Begging, "more!"

But much like the summer

The winter, fall, and spring,

The rain was just a season

A season to give

The yearning desert a taste

Just a small taste

For the storm that will come

So patiently she will wait

Until the next season of rain

And maybe,

It will be the storm she's been waiting for