I Read a Poem Yesterday...

I read a poem yesterday and it stuck with me. I suppose that's what makes it a good poem--the words stayed with me and I pondered them throughout the day, trying to find a personal connection.

Things I didn't know I loved:

I always knew I loved the rain.
I always knew I loved spending time with friends.

But... I didn't know how much I loved sitting underneath the shelter of an old porch, on weathered Adirondack chairs with my best friend, talking about nothing in particular as the clock struck 2:00 AM.