Light rain making
Soft sounds on our
Umbrella as we
Stroll so slowly down the
Path to the river
The air is warm and sticky
You rest hand on my arm
I know you dislike how my
Sweat feels in your hand
But you are
Focused elsewhere
As you do when a
Migraine is present
The light rain is soft
So unusual for here
We look over the river
The wild churning water
Also unusual for here
We walk slowly
Engaged in the simple
Pleasure of each other’s
Companionship
The light rain keeps
Falling as we arrive back
To our car
I watch you move slowly
Getting settled
My heart breaks
Watching your
Struggles
My heart soars at being in
Your presence
The light rain keeps
Falling
Randy Roberts 2025-06-28