Summer Rain
Head bowed, eyes closedWhen will you come?
Truth is, I don't know.
The clouds are heavy with sweat
Blue sky peaks through
In anticipation, I wait for you.
Your smell is sweet
A scent that cannot be named
It is yours alone,
For only you to claim.
Inhale deeply, exhale soft.
Mind is blank, thoughts aloft.
A rainbow will follow,
As it always does
Staking claim on your glory,
For none ever pause
To truly give praise, where praise is due
There would be no joy
Without first, tears from you.
Legs crossed, so I sit, with a bowed head
and closed eyes,
Certain, you, will soon arrive.
I know the truth
It's not what comes after that washes away the pain,
I find joy not in the brilliant colors,
But in you, my summer rain.
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