The Rain, the Park, the One I Love
Here am I, so typically, without a place to be
The sky is dark, and rain is falling down
The one I love, so fervently, is holding hands with me
And never was my need so less to frown
This happy tree, we sit beneath, is dripping like a cloud
The pleasure of our stay is getting wet
The park we love is empty now, and something makes us proud
To share the day that some would soon forget
The rhythm of the rain is for a day of welcome rest
To bring your mind a respite from the sun
But stormy clouds and missing crowds are what I like the best
To laugh all day with someone who is fun
So lovely is a summer storm, the lightning of the day
The majesty of thunder's rolling might
The melody of nature's song, the sweet, enduring way
Of rainfall on my window pane at night
My love and I are resting now, the canopy above
Is heavy still with drops on every leaf
A rainbow arcs the mystery of colors that we love
The canvass of a day beyond belief.
February 12, 2020
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