saturday morning storms.

The rain this morning brought

A certain desire for the simplest of things.

A man, who will let me love him

Even through the bad times.

Simple adventures through the woods.

Nights spent by the ocean,

Wrapped around the body

Of someone who understands.

The strongest cup of black coffee

This world has to offer.

Sunday morning drives to nowhere,

with your hand in mine.

But for today, I'll settle

On the sound of the rain

And this weak coffee.