It was a dark and rainy night,
the fog crept over the valley,
putting a faint chill in the air,
but I wouldn't change a thing.
We walked along the river,
flooded and quickened by spring melt,
and talked as if it were a clear summer
day,
instead of a rainy spring night.
But none of it mattered,
we'd have found beauty in anything,
in the glittering of the snow,
or the flaming colors of fall.
And for me, in you,
in the crooked way you walked,
or how your brushed away your wet hair,
and how your laugh erupted forth.
Give me rain or shine,
summer or winter,
spring or fall,
just come with it.
-Zero
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