Bay 10

The rain clouds hang heavy and perpetual
Over the Bay.
The rain itself is incessant,
Relentless and constant
as if they pay homage to
Or keep vigil for
My Longing ...

I look out my kitchen window
While steeping my morning brew
and it has stopped.
I plan my day.

I step out of my shower;
hear it falling again.
And I remember the void in my heart
where you belong.
Where you came back
to open me up Once Again.

Of late, Neither are far from me ...
The rain, the heaviness, the longing
The love,
The hopeful expectation,
of Sun and sharing this Space with you;
if only for a few hours
to assuage the fullness that wants to overflow
With the love I have for you.

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