Tonight rain scented air
greeted me as I walked under your gaze
It was not an opening of the skies
downpour rushing over curbs into gutters
brimming the sewers
Nor was it a light sprinkling
glistening petals of blooms closing for the night
content with their daily engagement
It was simply rain-scented air
nudging me to think of you
Not a loud bellowing voice warning of misfortune
if rules are broken
Nor a constant tapping on my shoulder
making me second guess my labor
It was simply you showing me a bit of your soul,
your pleasure in my genesis,
blessing your beloved one.
I am not a rule follower.
I hide it well.
I am learning that it is okay not to follow rules.