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