The rain came after you left,
slowly, but it did.
This time I allowed it to pour.
I did not buy umbrellas or stay inside,
or seek solace in the company of others;
which had always been my reflex.
I let loss shower over me.
I let your absence be present,
Despite its density.
It was heavy and hard.
Agonizing on even the easiest of days.
It was not simple being soaked in such sadness.

I don't believe this is a passing shower.
And yet I am learning to find light-heartedness and lessons in this climate change.