some other day

they have been together for a long time: they have even begun to look alike.
and although they pride themselves on a resolute independence, they constantly, unconsciously, seek each other's familiar touch, just as they respond, unaware, in unison to life's whims and wonders.
they stand now, toes curled, at the water's edge, feeling slightly superfluous in the aftermath of the june downpour. but the clouds still reel darkly overhead; and appreciation is a mere deluge away.