It rained last night. And all day.

Tracing unknown patterns on cold, hard glass. Watching them melt at my finger tips as the streetlights hurry by.

Sweet smell of smoke.
The rain.
You.

And I found this.
Two years ago. Another rainy evening. You wrote...

rainy weather
tibetan honey bread
walk in the hills
skippadedoo
fireplace
mulled wine
you