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"Precipitation"
by Jeph Johnson
My impassioned praise pelts
the reluctant exterior tarp
protecting your heart.
Dancing raindrops play
a pitter-patter melody
we both are trying
to learn the words to.
I sing my lyrics
over the discordant din
of the rainstorm's wind
while you hum the harmony.
You, my love, are the reason
the rain renews, refreshes and nourishes.
It is me who generates the gale
and freezes the hail.
You can never feel more than enough
because what determines that
belongs solely to me.
It is my possession.
My whims are at
the storm's discretion.
You are the reason
my hopeful umbrella
stands upside down
catching each precious tear;
each happy raindrop,
each unique snowflake
in the winter and,
on absurd occasions,
each fanciful folklore frog!
Drought be damned,
for the rain will never
do enough alone.
The rain will never
be enough alone.
You are indeed
more than enough.
More than I need.
More than I deserve.
Yet not more than I desire!
I want to swim
and sometimes
I want to drown!
Tears don't truly disappear,
instead they evaporate
into a cloud
that temporarily obscures
the sunlight long enough
for my sparkling eyes
to focus on you
smiling back at me.
They quickly blur
due to more tears
raining down.
We will always be
precipitation like this
until we are
reciprocation like that.
