Storm clouds line the sky
with angry shouts of light.
Rain falls on upturned faces
and momentarily steals my sight.
Turning back to you I only see
your face, limned with unearthly light.
And fairies dance behind you
clothes so gay, and patterned bright�
mini flutes, drums, and whistles
make up their happy song.
Cause they know in their magic way,
if we do love, we can�t go wrong!
And as the storm eases his rage
and slowly passes on his way,
we are left to watch the dance,
held in love�s embrace.

Feb. 12, 1997