I always found it odd
that when you said you loved the rain
and the way it kissed your face
you would always open your umbrella.
You would go on and on
about your love for the sun
whenever it shone brightly for you
you would seek the shade.
You would profess your love
for the wind
and the way it tousled your hair
but you would always shut your windows.
Can you see
why I was afraid
when you said you loved me?