Unconditional Love

this rain

that comes

in the dark

after the embrace

and human sleep

falling floating steadfast

past the morning

anchoring the day

not torrents not

gales sometimes

not more

than a mist soaking

down from the low

gray clouds a drizzle

saturating the

night following

seeping into

the dry earth

quenching the

thirst of the

living soil

penetrating

whispering

the soft words

soak it in

drink it up

until wet touches

the deep roots

of your tall trees

until the moment

of silence when

the late moon rises

and there are

no clouds

and no one

speaks a word

about it

questions

where it went

when the rain is gone

when the sun

shines through

and no one

remembers

the moment

the rain ended

asks the dawn

when will it

begin again