Summer Rain | Poetry

I pinned a bow to my elven - locks -
let down my thick cascading curls,
slipped into a woven soft white dress 
put on a string of shimmering pearls.

You were waiting at the familiar spot -
arms wide beneath the old oak tree;
you had picked the sweetest wildflowers -
a fresh bouquet was waiting for me.

The slanted hills stood still ablooming,
the conifer treetops were all aglow;
we idled by the sun struck waters,
strolled across the rolling meadow.

          Then the pale blue heavens darkened
          and dense clouds blocked out the sun
          fleeing the downpour of glum skies,
          we entered a cave pitch dark and dun.

          The hours spent in were one or more,
          the low hanging clouds growled by;
          thunders echoed throughout the cave
          white streaks flashed across the sky.

          The weather-beaten trees leaned over,
          earthy scents rose from the ground;
          we confessed our love for summer rain -
          the flourishing green 'n' tinkling sound.

          Though the din skies were split in two,
          dazzling lightning struck thick pines,
          it was the loveliest of all summer days -
          your hands stayed clasped in mine.

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