The Night the Rain Never Stopped

Amidst the arbitrary storm that swayed me so deeply

I could not focus my fondness properly, I sat against the gale

And pondered upon the pedantry that has passed and plagued

My heart thoroughly since the day I first heard her speak.

I felt a tear against my cheek—not of joy, not of sorrow

But of the passion I felt, the desire within me that awoke…

That night between the puddles and raindrops—between

The serenity of witnessing her smile and turbulence that

Arose from being soaked—I thought to myself, of the script

That has been wrote—of the stage we walk and words

Shuttered—of the birds that saunter, far from us but near enough

To hear their call—a cheerful applause of loving laudation.

The ache could not have been deeper, the chill within

Set so completely, it became a wedded part of me—

The ache could not have been deeper, the warmth within

My heart which was her creation—a masterpiece of communication.