Did the rain come to you
Did she pour her heart
Into your dreams
Sobbing dire warning
Did she lean against your slumber
With her worry
Up and down the pane
Until you let her in
Did you lift your face unto her then
Throw your arms around the night
And gather her to you
Did you hold her close
For consolation
Or was she only mine
I drank the fullness
Of her weariness
And lent my teardrops
To her sorrowful refrain




Sara Mathews     March 2020
William-Adolphe Bouguereau /The storm