my favorite flowery spring🌹🌷🌻✨

When the rains fall others run to find shelter,
She runs towards the rain, turn her head and ask me to join.
I am standing, holding an umbrella and now should I run too or stay here, what a helter?
Don't want to hold her back but I'm scared of rain.
But seeing her sad makes me wane. So screw the fear, I threw the umbrella down in drain.

Because she is my happiness and for her I'll do everything,
I mean for her to smile once, like Sarukhan spreading arms I'm ready to sing.
Or picking her flowers from street sides or do stuff they call it cringe.
Saying some cheesy lines like rowdy romeo for her, even tho hearing that some punches she'll sling.
Because why not? She's my sunshine in dark days, moonshine in night and also my favorite flowery spring.

P.S. I want somebody to write poem like this for me😭💙