Sometimes, they are like snowflakes;
Precious and beautiful.
You share them with someone special.
Sometimes, they are like a fantasy drizzle in a desert.
There is a feeling and you have none to describe it with.
And you just make incomprehensible sounds with your mouth.
Sometimes, they are like the torrential rain;
There are just too many to make any sense of.
And you search, as if for a needle in a haystack, for something meaningful.
Sometimes, they are like a frosty blizzard;
Each one piercing through your soul.
And you utter them regardless and receive them like a punch in your gut.
Sometimes, they are like the sunshine on your back on a winter day;
Warm and comforting.
And you never want it to end.
Most times, words are all I have.