It started slow.
Summer skies, dry season.
A few drops.
Leading to a drizzle.
And then a downpour.
The deluge watering parched hearts.
Arid drought, bleached landscape
making way for days full of rainbows.
Nocturnal storms, thunder & lightning.
A cloudburst of love.
For 40 days and 40 nights.
The flood, a release from
a past of loneliness.
Then, just as the skies overhead cleared
and grey clouds receded,
the water rushed to find an outlet.
Into the drains it washed away.
Taking our love with it.