Joanna Garrido

The Rain

The sweet, sweet smell of a fresh rainfall

I breathe her in as I recall

A lingering kiss 

A feel of bliss

Sheltering by the old stone wall

 

Rainfall bouncing on the ground

Takes me back that sound, that pound

to soaking skin

Clothes that cling

Laughing, running. Love we’d found

 

Rainfall heavy as my heart, 

River of my tears

A soft goodbye

A wondering why

Rain reminds me we’re apart

 

2/2/19 JG