#WritcoPoemPrompt86
It's been raining for hour as I admired the view of raindrops falling from the window.
I could hear the wind, the the pattern patter, admiring you lovely as you lay your head on my pillow.
I turned to talk but you didn't hear me, whats going on. Then it hit me, just what happened, where we were at, and why I dressed in a beautiful dress of satin.
That wasn't rain, it was your tears;...