One evening,
The door opened to all of life,
Everyone came to visit!
Except you, choosing instead
To light the sky
Against the gesturing silhouette of a thunderstorm.
The deft lines of rain summoning afternoon
To the hills behind my old home,
Seeming so still from here,
Like looking back in time,
When we held hands,
And the world felt quiet and steady
And open,
And futures loomed distant
Shadowed in the fleeting gift of now.
Shaken Rain 