Rather than the rain
I was caught up in the experience
But had nothing to gain
My whole of existence
Was wrapped in its splendor
Yet then I remembered
The reason for this
The dance
The smooth kiss of love
All of it disguised
By the great overture
And the rain never came
The fog in my mind
Did find no moisture
At all
For the rain
Had long been spent
And now the desert
Of resentment settled in
How easily to be lost
In the mirage of it's making
The imagined oasis
Had no fact or basis
No reason to exist
For all my efforts
Had been spent
On this one event
Now I repent me
And see the joy
In the simple rain
To but cool and cleanse
The joy of another
Without any other
Expectation to fill
No need to thrill
Only the present
Tis more than enough
Yet I forgot the stuff
Of what friendship
Is made
I forbade my heart
To look simply
To that which is best
And so lost it all
In my zest
Maybe again
On another approaching
Wind shall I find
Another in kind
But cautious
To not be lost
In the preparation
For there lies destruction
And desolation
Simply to be
Love and love
Alone tis more
Than the greatest
Of storms
Can weather
Them all with
Only itself
-Joshua Lee Foist
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