by Marea E. Johnson

Created on: June 27, 2009   Last Updated: May 16, 2011

Summer rain
gently falling
on shoulders
unable to carry
the burdens you create
as you explain
why you can't love me.

Sky turns from orange
to pink
to red
to purple
reminding me
of the gifts you left
on my face.

The summer rain
begins to stop
leaving in its wake
a rainbow of colors
we don't deserve to see.

Won't bother
to look for a pot
at the end of it
for none exists
anymore than the love
I thought we had.

The summer rain
dries quickly
on the dirt road
you drive away on
leaving me
in your dust.

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