You’ve touched my storms and loved the same.
You never asked for sun or gain—
You simply stayed and knew my rain.
Not every day was bright or fair,
But still you chose to be right there.
Through thunder’s voice and shadow’s chain—
You held my hand and knew my rain.
And now when skies begin to weep,
You calm my storms, you let me sleep.
No need for words, no long campaign—
You love me best when it’s my rain.
— The PastLife]]>