Lost in the Rain

Clouds above hide the passion of the sun
I sit to rest and glance up at the sky,
Where next to me a figure with faults none
The heavens darken, now prepared to cry

The rain that falls lay gently on her lip
Her hair is moist; a strand clings to her cheek
A clear beauty her fair shape does equip
She draws me near as she begins to speak

But, in a moment her eyes now withdrawn
Maybe it was the shower she had left
Though I sat 'til the sun matured to dawn
My heart had never suffered such a theft

With cheerful memory of her lovely face,
Seamless splendor departed without trace.