Warm Rain

62 degrees outside in the storm
The rain is cool like my skin
Laying, feeling every drop
I try not to give in

The thunder begins to rumble
I close my eyes and try to sleep
holding my arms around me
grasping all I have to keep

All I wanted was a warm rain.

The goose bumps are delightful
Though the shuddering will not cease
I have to find a path to warmth
but nothing near holds heat

The remaining warmth
quickly gets driven away
The cold droplets of sorrow
now reign in its place