How I love the summer rain
Complaining is a futile act
It's warm and wet
A soothing tone
It feeds the thirst that winter left
An antedeluvian fall
An ancient follie
Morning's wept
The sun beats through in orange and gold
Warming the weeping bricks and breath
To miss someone you've never known
To mourn someone you've never met
To learn you need the dark and grey
To uncover sunlight, bereft