And, thanks to Buffy Silverman for hosting Poetry Friday this week on Buffy's Blog.
After the Rain, it all Looked Different
We kissed, that first time. Remember? After
the storm burst--me laughing at the
sight of you slip-sliding in the rain.
Thunder chased us. It
was you, glistening with August raindrops, my all
became your summer soaked face that looked
like love, and since then, I've never known different.
(c) Linda Mitchell