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It’s raining… The last day of May…

Some lilac bushes are in bloom…

I contemplate… Let come what may.

I feel my love is coming soon.

The trees and grass are dripping wet…

Raindrops are dancing in the pond…

The message I am sure to get —

The one I love is on the road.

The quiet noise of pouring rain…

The chirring of the birds who know —

It’s clearing up, the day’s today,

The one I love is on the go.

My heart is melting in my chest

From tender yet unknown bliss —

Sweet love has woven there its nest,

My lips are ready for your kiss.

2019