Listening to the Rain

I am sitting on my bed with the window open.  It's raining outside.  I love listening to the rain outside the window.  I love listening to the rain hitting on the roof of my house.  If there is thunder, I love it even more.


Tonight it is raining hard, but there is no thunder.


At T's house there is a patio swing.  I helped him put it together several weeks ago.  It's one of those love seat type swings with a steel tubing frame.  He keeps it on the patio just outside his walk-out basement that is covered by a deck above.  


I cant stop thinking about being with him on the swing... listening to the rain... rocking gently... holding hands.