I could leap about the room howling,
spinning into storms of exuberance,
a hurricane laughing. Though I’d rather
remind you “It’s raining,” just outside
our window, a light dew on the lawn
like tears. Softly. Gently. Cool nourishment
invisible like breathing. You. Safe, out
on a limb, in a nest, curled in my arms.
The rain constant as the love you keep,
as the love you keep despite leaving.