You Say You Love The Rain

Might be misty in the morning

But, do not second guess Spring

some show their love differently

Strange, though it may seem,

passion is not always expressed by a flame

sometimes it's in cool rains

that soak your sorrows and drench your pain 

So, why do you grab the umbrella so quickly

while saying you love the rain?

Could be sunny on the morrow

dancing lights through leafy shadows

beckoning you with a warm embrace

to face it....turn and face it

Oh, how you've waited for the sun

winter seemed endless...but, it's been undone

and for this, you prayed....your perfectly. beautiful. day. 

Why, then, do you seek a place in the shade?

You once told me how you love the wind

The breezes that whisk you away 

into thoughts of flight and worlds unknown

Places you can only go on wings

lifted high above your troubles

and I don't recall that you ever before minded 

that your hair became tousled in the grandest way

But, this time, you closed the windows when the sheers began to billow

and shut out "the breezes that lift you", as you say.

So I am left to wonder....

If you should ever tell me you love me....what am I to think?

(inspired by what may have been a William Shakespeare quote, You Say You Love The Rain...there is some debate over where this quote originated.)