Autumn Showers

I wake up.

Mom is talking on the phone,

her laughter shakes the house.

It's a rainy day out today...

I guess I'll just throw a hoodie on.

I slip my shoes on and left before Mom's voice gave me a headache.

Hopefully, I don't smell bad.

What does it matter? It's raining.

I shove my hands in my pockets as I stomp my way down the hill.

The smell of trash, oil, and kitchens fill the back alley.

The particles that splash into my face cling in less than modest ways.

I squint as I look up.

"Hey String bean!"

I felt as if the rain lifted, and the clouds parted. The warm smile of the most beautiful woman has that power. She hid her hair underneath her jacket, but a few small hairs escaped, only to be stuck to her face.

I walk a little faster to catch up to her. Her perfume smells so sweet.

This woman is amazing. The way she walks in the parking lot, the way she smiles when she looks at the menu, even the way she lowers her shoulders when we hug, they are just a few things that make her like an angel.

An angel with the voice of a silver bell,

unable to tell when you said the punchline.

With hair that smells like oranges, and skin so soft you'd think she bathed in lotion, she sighs to interrupt the silence.

"So, what adventures are we going on today?"

I can't stand it,

I love this woman.