Summer Raine
A man walks across the rolling hills,
His head is bowed, his eyes distant.
He is lost in the memories of yesterday,
And the bright world is dim
With melancholy sweetness.
Life moves on, ever passing, never slowing,
And so he stops to remember.
The summer rain drums softly
On the window pane,
A herald of the coming dawn.
The clouds part ever so briefly
To reveal the hidden gold of morn.
The rain runs softly down the streets,
Capturing the beauty, sadness,
The temporary shine of life.
It washes away the old memories,
Softly consoling and tender,
The sweet drops falling
Upon the upturned faces below.
This rain loves life with
Every drop that falls,
And although it too must pass,
It will never be forgotten.
The man stands in the soft rain,
Remembering how it was
All those years, so long ago.
The once calm lagoon has been touched
By the summer Raine,
And even in the shadow left
The man smiles
As the rain washes away his tears.