A toast to you

rain against window

A toast to our anniversary!

two months ago today,

when we tied the knot

at our own alter made

of whispers sweet,

from lips soft and moist-

the beginning of Spring

with it’s new blossoms of promise.

Gone too soon with a dry

hot summer sun, sweltering,

melting, wilting our

freshly picked flowers.

Wish the rain would come

and not stand suspended in a

gathering cloud to fool me,

instead of soaking me wet.

In hope, I will not trust

because I’m not yet despairing.

I’d rather keep faith that

the new seeds will grow

even in arid conditions.

A time will come again

when the hint of drizzle

will swell into a deluge.

For how can it be called rain

when its sky does not meet the plain?

So my window stands open tonight,

hoping to catch the scent of your arrival

with the hint of refreshing vapours

and a promise that you will return.

Spring still flourishes in her abundance

seducing the air with fragrances rare.

But she longs for rain’s loving care

not droplets suspended in the air.

Yes, seasons and climates do change

and we must adapt – but never give up!