A cool breeze to break the dust of day,
A pleasant rustle of the leaves,
As the sun finally finds a time to rest,
A time to shed off some heat.
But mercy is found as nature answers,
And clouds gather with drums,
A beautiful flash blinds the city lights,
As the first drizzle falls.
A lonely man finds himself at a little loss,
For he is armed with nothing but clothes,
But he is worried not, for this it reminds him,
Of the lady he loves.
Then the wind teases him more as he walks,
Rocks the bough letting purple flowers fall,
But he smiles knowing, ruffles his wet hair,
As the road takes him a distance fair.
The choir of heaven soon assembles at large,
As he quickens his pace to home,
He regrets not a bit for his wet socks,
But a silent wish in his mind does flow,
Only if she was there to hold his hand,
Only if a kiss could be shared,
Under the grace of heaven,
A sight so divine, so fair.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 3:07 PM UTC
A cool breeze to break the dust of day,
A pleasant rustle of the leaves,
As the sun finally finds a time to rest,
A time to shed off some heat.
But mercy is found as nature answers,
And clouds gather with drums,
A beautiful flash blinds the city lights,
As the first drizzle falls.
A lonely man finds himself at a little loss,
For he is armed with nothing but clothes,
But he is worried not, for this it reminds him,
Of the lady he loves.
Then the wind teases him more as he walks,
Rocks the bough letting purple flowers fall,
But he smiles knowing, ruffles his wet hair,
As the road takes him a distance fair.
The choir of heaven soon assembles at large,
As he quickens his pace to home,
He regrets not a bit for his wet socks,
But a silent wish in his mind does flow,
Only if she was there to hold his hand,
Only if a kiss could be shared,
Under the grace of heaven,
A sight so divine, so fair.
