My love you are like rain. You can follow me like mist and be the invisible barrier between me and the outside world. You can be the soft drizzle reminding me that I am not alone with the feel and taste of you. You can be the rain that falls to just wash away the dirty parts of life, or my past, or sometimes even of me. You can even be the storm that shakes my environment opening doors that I have closed and sweeping through windows that are present. Allowing me to let go, see, and feel. Destroying what I knew and creating space as to what I need to know and be. You are never the hurricane as you still treat me as a delicate tree that needs your protection if not always your shelter. Like rain you provide me with the necessary nutrients that I need to grow without demanding more than access to my canvas for you to pour upon. You satisfy my deepest thirsts and allow room for the sun to shine so that I can develop deep lasting roots to grow. I survive because of your presence and you survive because of my need.