Too long hangs rain in our valley.

Sky's clouded face cracks to cry drizzle-patterns
over sown ground
and growing seedlings face hazard.

Too long has water earth-wronged.

Makes mud by changing each leaf to sponge
that ***** out green to
leave brown where verdant belongs.

Small lakes rise in the hedgerow-rose.

As tears of lime run down from hilly meadows
sad rinsing brings whispers
of wet killing by un-seasonal cold.


Too long shudder of feathers droop.

While across far horizons a fox runs foodless
as damp cubs look for sun
while prey floods in the hen-coop.

Too long a chill has made harvest weep.

Thatched cottages drip in the village street,
trees bleed moss and weight
burdens the thick-coated sheep.

Swathed in neglect droops each garden.

Knee-deep in unattained tasks the farmyard
sprouts idle days as folk bide
time waiting for signs of drying to start.

To long hangs rain in our valley.

Do you know how much it hurts?
To see you everyday. To know you everyday.  
Trying to believe that what we had was real. What we have is real.
I tried to believe in you. Did you know that? I believed in you. I believe in you.
But you of all people. I don't know what I expected. I'm tired of getting hurt.
You've hurt me more than I should've let you. You hurt me.

I loved you. I love you.

And I had to let go. I can't let you go.

I'm sorry. *I'm so sorry.