Rain

A poem about a husband and wife losing their child.

The clouds open up and drown the world.

Oh, shall we dance to this rhythm?

I know she would have loved it;

she liked to play in the mud

as the sounds carried her feet elsewhere.

Like where you are this instant, so lost in thought

I fear I may not find you again,

but it is now you turn your head,

eyes sparkled with tears,

accompanied by a friendly smile,

and kiss me tender,

knowing how fragile we've become.