The Quiet Storm: Unspoken WORDS

4 Jul

Like cumulus clouds that are destined to burst forth with rain,

your WORDS are like them,

A conversational STORM that never came.

As I await the coming of your rain

(the conversation we have yet to have),

I think of the former rain,

your WORDS that made me laugh…

cry… moan… and grow….

This latter rain is necessary for where WE must GO.

Rain on me, Baby,

and put this drought to an end.

Shower me with your WORDS.

Make my dry places your friend.


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