THE RAIN THAT WASHED THE SKY
Unscrutinised by prying eyes,
in cooling shades of solitude
within the shadows dark embrace,
no occupation could repress
her crowding thoughts
and so with sorrowful regret
her cloistered troubles she expressed.
In close embrace he listened to
the words she sighed into the wind.
In illustration of his love
he whispered tender overtures
within the sanctum of the trees
as gentle tears gave new release
like rain that washed the sky.