A gray day in summer reminds me of you
Soft, nostalgic fog I can see right through
Electric air, a heavenly glow
Getting to know you, then letting you go
Stay in bed until noon just to listen to rain
Grieve our little love more than I can explain
In the eye of the storm, blessed or cursed
Less afraid of death because you went first
Pleading for you to visit my dreams
As warm June rain fills...