Your prompt prompted a memory. (Sadly, not a poem.) Grace used to say, “I love you like wind, like fire, like rain.” And when we were apart, she would say, “I miss you so much, it’s raining.” Of course, she lived in Seattle then, so it probably was.

Writing about life and love, along with a few crazy stories just for fun.

Writing about life and love, along with a few crazy stories just for fun.