Remember that day we walked to the library and it started to rain?

Today the rain is the same as that day

that day it poured but we laughed and kept on walking anyway 

that day the library was our safe haven from the storm

as if we were alone 

as if it was only us in the entirety of the universe,

universes surrounding us in the form of black ink on white pages. 

The rain is the same as that day --

In the air moments before, almost predictable,

and yet sudden. Harsh and quick and needed and warm. 

I realize today that if you look close enough 

the summer rain looks like snow   perfect and light 

like in January.

The today rain seems to tell me 

I began to love you that day.

That day we walked to the library anyway

and talked and walked close together

That day the summer rain looked like snow