i like when it rains

I like when it rains,

 it smells like a promise, while in the air, 

before touching the ground.

I like when it rains in the evenings,

and rainbows can’t disperse their feathers

over the blue.

I like when it stings

when you  run the fields in the spring,   

 barefooted

and step on a bee.

I like when spring is basking in the lush greenery

of the low grass.

I like falling in love,      

adrift

like an asteroid,

doomed in that what is attractive.

I like when wind counts autumn leaves,

whispering digits, longer than my fingernails.

I like when a blue bird visits my dreams after the rain,

in the spring, and stays with me till the fall.

I like when we count days together

c:NKO@10/20/12