The Maple swaying
To a different beat;

The garden lush
And greedily drinking,

Droplets bringing
Relief from heat.

The sky gray
Above the rooftops,

Reminds me
Of another day,

When sun and rain
Were hard competing

To drench us
And dry us again…

I go back to the cottage
And water beyond,

The wind-stepped water
In squalls by the pond,

All day long
One storm then another,

As I took your hands
Like gentle flowers

And we bloomed
Into trembling lovers.