When Finally Greeted By A Light Drizzle Poem by Wenjun Liu

Dark clouds burdened her brow
I watched her crease grew,
Her countenance to pale,
Threatened any minute to break down and spill.

The tears would come by nightfall surely
With a piercing stroke and a freezing gust
From disturbing dreams to wake me up.
Or it would be due tomorrow dawn
With the duskyness of a coming storm.
From her pale face, that smile would peel,
Soaked my shoes, caught me with a chill.

All these days of waiting in vain
For the tears to fall
When finally greeted by a light drizzle.
The bitterness I felt,
The curse under breath I dealt.
Woe to her, to a quiet corner cannot retrieve.
Woe to me who am puppet to her every move.