Our garden of words

Perhaps it will rain today,
Perhaps it won’t.
Nevertheless, I wish you will always wait for me,
For a day where we can wake up to the smell of rain,
Where we are together.
Even when we are distant,
Forbidden by mere destiny,
Will you think of me?
I will always long for the rain to come 
Perhaps you will be there,
Waiting for me at our garden of words,
Where the trees watch over us
With the sound of rain hitting the ground,
The quiet and comforting sounds of your pencil sketching,
And the soothing sound of the nearby lake
For you will always have a place in my heart,
For you have saved me
For nothing can stop our undying love,
Not even fate.