By Aaron Mock
Date: 3 April 1999

Rain

  The scent of the falling rain as it mingles with the hot, dry pavement reminds me of you.
  You've always said how much you love that fresh aroma.
  I feel the same sensation now.
  I can't help but draw a comparison between our love and the rain at this moment.
  I remember the troubled past shared by the two of us.
  But, just as the coming deluge begins it's cleansing of the earth, so has the dust and the haze been removed from our love.
  I lift my face to the falling drops and pretend it is your love that is now drenching me.