Oh how this rain it thunders so
Hard and heavy at my window
Such wind is such an entourage
A howling, wailing voice at large.
This weather when so late at night
Inspiring me to sit and write
And forsake music so that I
Can hear the sounds that make me fly.
I’ll type more words on this screen
As I sit and smile while so serene
With Calliope tending to my fingers
Tenderness testing she who lingers.
Each gust of wind, each drop of rain
That patters down and shakes the drain
The trees that rustle so leaves interlace
Enhance my wish for we to embrace.
This sound, this moment, I’m in this now
I question, query, wonder how
With you so distant, so far away
How come you come to mind this day?
Calliope speaks to answer me
Voice carried through leaféd tree
To test and watch as I toil
And shuffle along the mortal coil.
Rain persisting now even louder
Wind rustling the trees much prouder
Calliope sings, a vision is shown:
You and I in places unknown.
Whether at night or in the day
Calliope’s weather gets its way
You loved the rain, as I do too
Meaning I can never forget you.
© Kris Blackburn 23/08/2015