The Weather Report

The Weather Report.

That’s how it started

Your voice sings to me

with the simple sounds

lyrical and sweet:

“Alright, this is the weather report…”

It was an odd thing of me to ask of you

And you,

sweet soul that you are

You honored it.

Without question.

You didn’t ask.

You didn’t hesitate.

It was then that I realized that I could love you.

Better yet, it was then that I thought

you could love me, too.

The simple sounds of your words caress my soul

showering me with a sensation

I have never felt.

This feeling that

Yes, there are people who care.

Care enough to do something silly

for those they care about.

I have no doubt

In that moment,

While you told me that

“It is mostly sunny…”

you were reading words from your iPhone screen.

But they meant so much more

to me.

You make my world

mostly sunny.

You bring a light

into my life

where the darkness used to hold me

down.

“It will continue like this through Sunday…”

You have told me you

want us to continue,

that we will go on

so long as I wish.

I wish to continue.

Your smile brings with it

an unending sunshine,

a durable drought

where my tears do not fall.

“Monday, we have scattered rains…”

Yes, a smattering of sadness

may occur

from time to time.

I fully expect that I,

who do not understand

my own feelings,

especially not in this instant,

may,

from time to time,

feel something other than this

ineffable joy

that your voice brings to my ears.

“Tuesday, Wednesday, possible storms…”

But we can work past it.

The darkness will pass.

“And Thursday, Friday, brings down some rain…”

With your arms around me

I can weather anything.

Just hold me tightly,

Kiss me sweetly,

Call me “Angel,”

and we will make it through.

“And that’s it…”

Something so simple

a week long forecast.

Because

I asked.

But what I heard is

I love you.