I miss you when it rains. Far from all things visible and invisible. Half asleep, I wish for your warm embrace.
I miss you when the rain starts dropping one by one. They make sounds on the rooftop. Sounds that remind me of your sweet touch.
I miss you when the rain pours heavily. And thunder roars the vast skies. They remind me of how you cover me with your giant arms and legs as I slumber.
I miss you on nights like this.
Are you already sleeping my gentle giant?