As the rain trickles from the awnings

We stand hand in hand on the street corner

And wait for the storm to pass

But I suppose for a minute

I hope it continues to rain

So we can stay this way

With our hips hardly touching

But your breath on my neck

I sacrifice my jacket

And hold you closely

Your mascara drips slowly

Making its way down your cheeks

You ask me, “How do I look?”

And as much as I would love to tell you

“Just perfect,”

That is not what I believe.

You look flawed but wonderful

And I’d have it no other way.

Because the raindrops caught in your dimples

Will be what I remember most

and the absence of make up

boasts how exquisite you truly are.