a temporary time and place
woven between green leaf lace dark
space, he sits listening to thunder,
mesmerized by lightning, waiting for
rain to spill; splashing a musical refrain
upon his face upturned in the untamed night.
A smile lighting deep brown eyes. In the silence
I hear him whisper, "darlin', here comes the rain."
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