Do Storms Embrace?

She stands in rain, the past a quiet weight,

a love long risen up that left her dreams to break.

The drops fall soft, a steady, silver stream,

her heart still holds the memory of that gleam. He watches quietly from just nearby,

umbrella high beneath the quiet sky.

He sees her face turned gently to the storm,

eyes lost in rain, yet peaceful in its form. She turns to him, her voice a whispered sigh,

“Do storms embrace?” she asks, with a faint smile.