Every drop touched my face
brought me closer to you,
as if the sky itself ached
with the same hunger.

My clothes clung to me,
my breath heavy,
but I felt only the pull
of your name in my chest.

I wasn't just walking,
I was surrendering.
To the storm,
to the want,
to you.

Nothing else existed
but the thought of your hands,
the warmth I hadn't yet reached,
but already belonged to.