My tears stained already soaked clothes.

For I thought the leaking clouds that covered the sky—the very sky that was sunny just moments ago,

had ruined what I once deemed so perfect

A warm shiver ran down my spine

as I felt your strong arms pull me in

in to a soggy embrace.

I heard a whisper in my ear,

“Tag”

Then watched as you ran away.

Smiling.

Laughing.

Drops of rain running down your face.

Turning my idea of perfect, flawed.

Turning my idea of ruined, beautiful.

In that moment I realized…

you don’t need to turn my grey skies sunny.

It’s I who needs to turn my sunny skies grey once in a while.