I wish I could remember.

it's storming tonight.

as i walked outside, laughing with my friends as raindrops dotted my cheeks and the shoulders of my coat,

i absently wondered if they were doing the same to you.

i wondered if you were outside, raindrops delicate in your hair,

or if you were watching from the window in your room, letting the rain race down the glass as you watched.

do you think of weather as i do?

when it rains, do you think of what i'm doing?

if i'm watching the droplets or if i'm being bathed in them?

some parts of me hopes you are.

the other parts of me- the more rational ones- know that you see rain and think of it as nothing more than today's daily occurrence.

but when i see the sun, i think of it dancing upon your skin.

when it rains, i imagine it running down your cheeks and settling somewhere around your smile.

when it snows, i think of how pretty it would look dusting the ends of your hair.

and when it's cold, i think of your hands, and i hope you're keeping them warm.

so as the lightning strikes outside my room tonight-

as the thunder shakes my bed and takes me out of my rest-

know i am thinking about you.

and i hope you find the rain more calming than i do.