Weather

Pouring rain I heard it
against the house.  You are
far away and I do not know
what kind of weather you are
having, neither within nor
without.  Sometimes I imagine
you are here and I turn to
look at you and smile and I
am so happy that you are
nearby, that you are with me.
On some days I am certain
you cannot help but love
me just as much as I love
you.  On others I think you
have killed off love
and sold your soul for
accolades from temporary
vapors.