rain

I lay in my bed
afraid to look where you would be
my hand reaches out to accept yours
and i hear the rain outside.

I turn
and acknowledge your space on the bed
at the same time looking to the window
for the rain.

Suddenly it stops.

I respectfully step over you
and go check it out.

The sprinklers have halted their charade.

I climb back into bed and lay carelessly across it.