My Precious Rainfall

I have always processed and viewed love as something that is transactional. Spending all of my days withdrawing more than I had to deposit - leaving myself with nothing to save for the rainy, challenging days. The vicious, almost satirical, cycle of desperately searching for replenishment in the very thing that depletes me. Like drinking from a well filled with toxic water.

Then I found you, the precious rainfall my internal drought was so thirsty for.