The Rain, The Park, The One I Love Again Poem by Bryan Norton

The pattern of a rainy day is forming once again
The pitter-patter on the way is welcome in the glen
A '57 Chevrolet is something like a home
A refuge in the wilderness of metal, rust, and chrome

My love and I are happy when the sky is dark and grey
We bid our truck a brief goodbye to fly along the way
The rain is gently falling as we hear the thunder crack
Our favorite tree is calling with a cheerful welcome back

So joyfully we cuddle in the sight of those who flee
We pounce on every puddle in the pride of victory
The panic of the parking lot is not the life for me
A manic way of living in the land of liberty

The heavy rain is crashing down like waves upon a boat
My fervent wish in splashing now is learning how to float
Some lightning bolts are flashing still but softer than before
I think the storm is passing by the will to linger more

So fawning is a fickle breeze to please a fevered mind
The dawning of a day of ease may seize you from behind
The wonder of a thunder clap to cap a day of fun
Is how you trap a purple sky to magnify the sun.