Ozone hangs from the trees;
The ground is full of moisture.
Mist gathers in your hair; You
are beautiful in this weather. Your
Violet eyes, break like hearts, reflecting
the pale Cream sun; Vanishing completely-
abruptly, with cloud cover.
I forgive you for all that is done,
Making this morning, like
something I've won.
Your palms are sweaty
Pink returns to your cheeks
Someone's been talking about the
rain we've seen.