In Time for Love

The rain splashed down onto the streets
and the puddles grew deep and wide.
Fizz! as the heat of the ground
turned water to steam by my side.

Anger turned slowly to bubbling
resentment to simmering sadness
to gentle contentment as the rain
splashed down, carrying gladness.

Summer had broiled and burnt
to a crust (for no water flowed)
the ground that was green
and fresh, just weeks ago.

Then, in the night time with anger abated
I felt the rain; how long had we waited?

My anger with you had bubbled and boiled
but soon, like the ground, the water renewed me.
I felt fury no longer, forgiveness had come
and my step quickened as I trod through the sea
of rain to meet you.

Now my mind dances back to the present
and I think again of that time
when we rowed and argued as the ground crisped
and I was ready to leave you, to throw back the ring
and find a new love.

I remember the time when it rained
just in time for love
and I smile at the clouds.