in my poetry: First Rain

the first rain ✨

before you, before me from the crevices crept tomorrow’s child, blue in her bonnet making the heart sing, the one I never met, the one I never held, closer to my heart than me

before you, before me so distant in a room that was yesterday, flowing in her flower dress making the sky cry, the one I dreamed of, the one who dreamed me, the pause in my breathing

I had already surrendered, to the point that was you before you, before me, before rainbows and the first rain

(poem and photograph by moby, photo taken July 29, 2024 of petals of sunflower grown in photographer's garden) credits: sun, rain , soil, and maybe also clouds ;-)