all things

the long
rain, is fine, a shadowed
fog,
a mist filling the sunday
with a sleepy
kind of wine.
we linger and lounge,
we speak
softly of tomorrow,
of the future,
of happy times.
the rain is our friend,
our blanket
to stay in, to be close,
knowing that with faith
and true love,
all things work for the
better, given time.