I beheld you after the rain,
Not a ripple in the concrete puddles.
Light drops of drizzle, dribbling driplets of drops,
They interrupted the gray stillness
Darkening hues covering the soaking bark,
Limping the green and reddening leaves.
I took a whiff of the lilting fog, and saw you under its branches,
Its wispy wavy locks tickling your face.
Brushing them aside for your cloudy gaze.
I whispered to you, lips parting slowly.
The ground squishing underfoot,
Squelching and squealing, soaking into my shoe.
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