We both say,

“I love the rain”

which may be true,

but you do not

love the rain as I do.

You say, “I love the rain”

yet you cower

under the awning

anytime she shows herself.

When you say, “I love the rain”

it is hard to believe.

You scowl when your clothes

darken with wetness

from the rain falling on you.

When I say, “I love rain”

I mean it.

I love the sound of it

splashing on a window.

The gentle tip-tap

on the thick glass.

I love the feeling

of a cool rain

on a summer day.

And the sound

of a thundering storm.

I love the sight –

rain running down

my windows,

lightning illuminating

the whole night sky.

We both say, “I love the rain”

but one of us hides

and scowls

while the other embraces it

and enjoys every aspect.

So, when we exchange

an “I love you”

I know what I say is true.

However, hearing it

fall from your mouth,

I think about

your “love” of rain.

      T.H.