a storm in time

The wind seeps through my world 

The drizzle splatters on my skin 

As I sit here in the midst of rain, 

Remembering that evening. 

Shades of green each darker than before, 

hearts beating under the silver of the sky, 

soaking against breathless time, 

floating like those lonely leaves, 

Searching for a place to call home. 

Wandering brought us back 

to the first of days, the last of days 

Underneath our shade, you made me yours 

Like trickling water, I fell to embrace. 

The red of your shirt drenched in crimson 

The blush of my hesitation sulked with abandonment 

The grey of our acquaintance bathed in promises. 

Promises of tomorrow, promises of today. 

Tonight, this breeze arisen from darkened clouds, 

takes me back to May, 

The first, the second, the third, the next, 

It brings me back to you. 

This rain, 

it calls your name.