May Showers
The rain kissing my lips, your fingers trace every contour of my face, perhaps to discover if you’re meant to stay here by my side, if I’m meant to be led by you. These May showers have broken dams I never knew existed. In my heart and veins new blood rushes through. New life, new life with you. May showers have washed me clean, my heart renewed to be given to you, if He so wills it. He knows my dreams of waking up to May showers with you every year to come – of love songs in the spring, of kisses on the stoop, of dancing in the rain, till death do us part. May showers in the spring evoke memories yet to come. If He would will it, I would choose you – with every drop, the certainty floods my heart. Now I must wait on you, now I must wait on Him, to reveal what you’ve discovered while the rain kissed my lips and you stroked my hair, tender fingers caressing my face, traces of moonlight on my heart.
-Rosemarie Monge
Rosemarie Monge is a doctoral student at the University of Pennsylvania.
