And the lashing heat recedes,
as I smell the oncoming shower.
The winds of change,
I feel them coming.
Try to find a hidden sign,
in the lightening.
As I breathe in the smell of the rain
into every cell in my body,
your worn out memories that were deep within,
finally begin to leave my skin.
I feel the cool breeze against my face,
As I wait for the drops to come splashing,
And erase every last trace of you.
It pours like it hasn’t in a while.
The land smells like the promise of new love.
As I sit here watching the rain,
hearing the sound it makes,
smiling at the swinging trees
& as I sip some tea,
I finish writing my last letter to you;
the one I will never post.