Under The Countless Rain

Numbers drop on my windshield and the hood,
They bit at my side windows and the back-window,
They knock on my doors,
And then slide until they hit the ground.
Sound at sleep,
She resembles an angel, not that I've seen one,
But the word depicts pure, beauty, and peace,
That, she is, 
Sitting up by my side with her head on her left shoulder.
I can barely see the people crossing,
The motors around me continues to shift shapes,
Until the wipers cleared the view.

The numbers that fall, well in the trillions, as far as I know, 

they don't fall to be counted, they fall just simply,
Tinkling the metal, like the beginning of a song
I turn to her but she was already looking at me, 

I don't know for how long, but she had been staring,
Her eyes, stock on me, as if she sees stars,
Like she was looking at something more than human...

The rain continued to fall, 
and while my hands held the shift, 

her hand rested on mine,
her cold, left hand, 

sent chill up my arm,

and a warmth feeling crept up my chest, 
and the heat on my chicks,
and all of a sudden, 
we were home.


© EOU 2008


R"D"C (Dear, Loved one)