The Mist At Dawn

She stares through the window with tears in her eyes, Desiring one man. But he’s troubled by lies. She’s sitting in her chair, staring into the rain, listening to its taps against the windowpane. She’s thinking of the quarrel from the night before, when he yelled at her harshly and rushed out the door. She’s accused of cheating, and hasn’t done a thing. But her husband sees otherwise, and gave her his ring. While rising to her feet, she glances at the lawn, startled by a wish just standing there alone. He’s wearing a yellow raincoat, holding a red rose, with drops of rain dripping off his nose. She hurries to the door, and opens it in haste, then dashes out to meet him tying a robe around her waist. She flings into his arms, and he wraps her very tight, as the warm light shower sways out of sight.