They have gone now
And only I remain
And when they ask me why,
I will say:
because of the soft summer rain.

I like to hear the rain
playing on the grass
falling at my feet;
It reminds me of Before,
Of Summers when
the grass was green
the sky was gold
and bird-sings filled the air,
and everything was seized with Living....

How could I leave all that?

They are gone now,
And I alone remain
And when they ask me why,
I will say:
because of the soft summer rain.

5 comments

  1. Nightingale // June 25, 2008 at 1:54 PM  

    Very nice, Toni. I'm BACK!

  2. Mary Marvella // June 26, 2008 at 8:23 AM  

    You've done it gain, girl! Who knew you'd be so talented?

  3. Beth Trissel // June 26, 2008 at 7:36 PM  

    Very pretty!

  4. Mary Ricksen // June 27, 2008 at 10:00 PM  

    Touching, and sad too.

  5. Joanne // June 28, 2008 at 9:20 AM  

    Toni,
    This is lovely.