Shplit, shplat, shplit, shplat…
The droplets fall against my window.
Night brings Mother Nature’s tears.
but do not cry for her sadness,
for it is joy that developed the sobs.
The lady knows me well;
she knows my love for the rain,
and for you.
She knows I have missed you,
just as I have missed the rain
in the blistering days of July.
My feet caress the damp grass,
my arms spread to greet the tiny visitors.
My ears perk as a car comes closer.
My heart leaps as you call my name.
You pull me into your arms.
The organ stops as we embrace,
immobile in the rain,
fearing separation instead of illness.