A Rainy Monday

There was a time,
a long time ago,
where I loved the rain,
I loved the rain for a very special reason.
When It rained, P.E. class was canceled.
And when It was cancelled,
she and I would just sit together all day.
No one, no thing to interrupt us.
We could just talk and talk, until the day was through.
I remember, in particular, one Monday in August,
when we'd just told each other how we felt,
sitting beside her as she tried to sleep on the desk.
She'd stayed up trying to figure out how to tell me.
I remember her eyes drooping as her breathing deepened,
until she just sort of slumped against me. 
I was fine with it. I let her stay, because, 
I soon found out, there is no better feeling,
none at all, than feeling the ones you love at peace,
them feeling safe enough to sleep.
I remember what happened then.
I'd moved her bangs to the side,
and, as a spur of the moment,
I kissed her lightly on the forehead.
Her eyes slowly opened, a sleepy smile on her lips.
She'd been waiting for me to try.
We both laughed for a while.
I apologized,
but she shut me up with a quick peck on the cheek.
We just laughed and held each other for a while.
Even as the people around us smirked,
We held each other until the bell rang,
and walked hand in had out the door.
For once, I loved a Monday.
All because of her.