the luckiest time continues to repeat

I came in from the rain that pours with indefinite weight since
you said no more.
Here I am in the only place I see you now.
nonetheless, out of the rain
smiling , you greet me
Angelic
Now you're selling food from a vending station.
Your eyes as green as ever
your shirt is white
you ask how how much I liked the plethera of gifts
I received from your parents for Christmas.
I say I gave half back to them
My heart filling with every word
each sentence a lifetime of healing
You ask if you can get me anything
I decline
I'm just not hungry