The rain is heavier this year.
Almost as if it knows that you're not here.
Sometimes I just sit and watch it for hours wondering if somehow it's related to you.
If the ocean, earth, and sky are mourning too.
If the clouds miss the way you would point them out and say "look aren't they stunning?"
If the sun misses your smile as you'd look up to the sky and say "today is just lovely"
If your tea misses the mornings when you'd stir it not with sugar, but honey.
If they miss the way you're true love was for the morning dew.
If they miss your beauty almost as much as I do.