an offering of rain

Will you listen to the rain on the tin roof?

Don’t listen waiting for a thunder storm.

My love is not lightening, sometimes it will let up.

Sometimes the sun will shine.

Will you watch the droplets race on the glass?

Will you remember that I am the same?

I cannot give you more than a drizzle.

I cannot give you more than grey.

Do not expect the passion, the light, the noise.

All I have is unwavering consistency; rain to a flower.

Is that enough?

Please tell me,

is that enough?