My spirit was low, my body felt tense and dry, Relentlessly, unceasing rain pured from the sky like a faucet left untended, opened to full strength making muddy puddles across the back yards length
Then suddenly, the downpour stopped, In the west began to form an arc of may
colors, bright and clear and warm, my spirit rose, my body relaxed and thoughts
began to flow. A promise given to mankind many centuries ago, Never again
I reached out to touch you with words soft and entreating,
So close I felt that you could hear how fast my heart was beating.
The setting sun had rendez vous with twilights early gleam and slowly
intermingled to form a golden beam that shone warm through the window, clothing