Close / Closer (prose)

When it rains, a close can come in handy. When it pours, under cover of the close you stay remanded. When the rain stops, make it home to warm embraces. Or try to evade the rain, walking swiftly past people, smeared-out faces. Under cover from the rain, love is as to host her; with the human concept of being feeling closer. Restrained to leave into the downpour of weather, each moment evades retiscence, but worthy for swathes of hillside heather. Hammering rain multiplies, recurring in hellish sheets...

Pulling up the hood of your jacket, the rain continues wet on the roof above. In an act of simple gratitude, looking toward the closeness of your love, your collar fits the neck as a hand in glove. Pulled up tight, embracing night but still hammering rain multiplies, recurring; in recrudescent sheets, evading the world of all light and embarking on a sodden plight like arrows in the night sharding downwards in splashing might where the wind makes your walk a fight and your eyes against it blight, bolstered against the night, you journey to a height of left and right and left and right, and left, and... right. tiresome, homeward to feel - alright.

But question variations of the words, close; to closer?