It’s raining again and I think of you. The park bench with your name rests, waiting for another raindrop to thirst quench my sorrow.
By 11.30am it’s raining hard. I capture a single drop of heaven’s rain on my tongue. I taste it. It’s lonely, like this new day without you.
You loved the rain;your days were full of joy. I have an umbrella in my bag but no need for it. And neither do you.
It’s tranquil today,
November Rain, June Sunshine,
Seasons talk of Love,
Strolling side by side – Mists, gusts,
Welly boots squelching the earth.
The second half of this flash was a poem I wrote for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.