Waiting for storms to pass
Standing under maples
Waiting for hard rain to pass
Watching iron black
Towered thunder clouds
Rise over the mountain
I remembered you
And wondered
At the reason
The memory
Was brought back
It was the day you decided
You were leaving
You told me
This place is not for me
It’s not for you either
You told me
Don’t worry
You’ll find
Your own way
That was the last
I saw of you
But the memory of your
Strength of conviction
Has been a source
Of great strength
Doing what’s right
Is all that matters
I think of your courage
A woman who knew
What was wrong
What was right
And I cherish
The memory
Of you then
The briefness
Of our friendship.
RAC
