Point number four

You told me it wasn't

going to storm

as thunder protested

over your voice

we stood where

I first realized

the meaning behind the

word love

and you told me

that it would not rain

while I watched the

spots of water

raise their hands in presence

on the concrete

you held my hands

and told me

we would be happy

while our tears

blended with the rain

on the ground

and you whispered that

you loved me

while every bone

in my body knew

you were right

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