I woke too late, <br />your sunburnt cheeks, <br />tomato red, <br />sand clinging <br />to your hairless legs, <br />reflecting <br />from ten painted toes; <br />a tiny tuft, <br />now out of place. <br />The tower clock, <br />two alleys north <br />struck nineteen hundred <br />a hair past dinnertime, <br />two chatty frigate birds <br />a black redbelly snake, <br />sinister clouds, <br />of black and smokey gray, <br />I did not have the heart, <br />my love of loves, <br />to wake you then, <br />It was the summer rain <br />that mixed with our tears.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-rain-22/
