I walk across the lush grass,
slowly making my way.
No rush to get where I'm going,
so I look around and enjoy the day.

Not many birds,
a few fly from the trees
Startled by the branch,
that was shaken by the breeze.

You liked days like this,
with the sky clouded and gray.
The clean, cool air,
making the trees sway.

Black clouds here and there,
spread out like a stain.
Low and distant thunder,
that sounds the coming rain.

The days we went for walks together,
holding each other's hand.
And when the rain started coming down,
we'd find someplace to stand.

We would lean against each other,
watch the drops as they hit the ground.
I'd brush your wet hair from your face,
and with every thunderous sound.

I'd give you a gentle kiss,
while holding the sides of your face.
We'd look at each other with a little laugh,
and continue about the place.

Now it begins to sprinkle,
and I slowly make my way.
Across the moistened grass,
to one of the places that you stay.

Standing there waiting,
your figure and your face.
I walk slowly over,
to greet your loving grace.

The single rose I carry,
I place into your hand.
I look into the eyes before me,
and very still I stand.

My mind fills with memories,
of past walks in the rain.
And as I look at you,
they bring my heart pain.

The awaited thunder sounds aloud,
and from you water drips.
As I put my hands on your wet face,
and kiss your stone lips.

I open my eyes and kneel,
then with outstretched hand.
I run my fingers across your name,
in the stone on which you stand.