I didn’t mean for my tears
to mingle with the
cold splash of rain
as it filtered through
golden leaves, falling, slowly.
I thought of him sitting
beside me on the porch
whispering how he loved
to watch the rain.
hear its voice in the wind.
He loved the way we
could see it clearly,
as it rushed over the mountain.
The soft patter transformed now.
Hammering, battering, loudly.
I sat, soaked by cold rain.
drenched by hot tears.
in a place that we had laughed in.
lived and loved in.
Rain and tears, in autumn.
Inseparable now, forever.