Watching You Watch the Rain
Watching you watch the rain:
Your lined and sagging home
of eyes that take in all
Tranquil before the gentle
Sometimes angry pattering.
I hid so you could not see
me watching you watch the rain.
The scene always held one holiness:
Your solitude among the million chattering drops.
I wanted to think what you thought,
Feel the peace I saw in you --
Watching you watch the rain
Is a thousand images
of one picture in my head
As I sit, elbows on knees,
My child nearby watching me
Recalling
Watching you watch the rain.
-RMH
I have often wished I had the artistic ability to paint as this image is so clear in my mind. It's been nearly six years and I still miss him. I am grateful I had his love and guidance for 35 years of my life.
Jack E. Loar August 3, 1929 - October 2, 2004
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