A sudden surprise of hard rain Saturday night reflected a sorrow we shared
Transcendental Sonnet #1139:
The Elements in Sympathy
for Silke
We were never expecting rain
And certainly nothing like this
The night is weeping as in pain
Tears which sting like a farewell kiss
While deep from the night's heart under
Sighing wind the dirge of thunder
Yet somehow it is only right
The elements in sympathy
Sing chaos now for you and me
To join two broken hearts tonight
Alone it is not only I
Who weep as painted in my sky
A portrait of my love broken
Speaks that which cannot be spoken
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