5:48 a.m. downpour

Believe in me, I’m sad and blue
Left with nothing but a picture
Third or fourth weekend in June
December seems to come too soon…

~*~

the rain comes parading

like an old friend comes to visit

in torrents of cool greetings

and sweet altruistic mornings

.

the rain is contented jubilance

like yellow smiley faces pleased

on a blue patterned umbrella

entrancing me with pure peace

.

yet the rain never stays for long

like the fleeting kiss of an autumn leaf

perhaps that’s why i cherish it more

whenever it arrives and leaves.

~*~

Quilted in our hands
And keeping you tucked in too deep
Struck in the shot of two
Twenty-four hours in June
Will you wait until tomorrow?

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