When the rain was too cold to grant presence
While the ground ran hot and dry
I knew there was a picture out beyond somewhere
A party of divine beauty with whom my time I wished to share

Knowing the drifting of time does sway
Though they were standup acts, no longer does it concern
To be such a woman, to even be a party to you
Would allow many a day in the rain
And all pain, I would do over again

Oh, with October long past
Summer drawing near
I cannot help but look at her, pulchritudinous and whole
Look and say;
For it was you that I always prayed