The day began bright enough ushering a cerulean blue sky.
I stood in the broad field with golden filaments beneath my feet.
A light breeze came in from the west stirring a border of trees.
Soon clouds appeared on the horizon as I awaited her arrival.
 
In time, the sun was hidden by the encroaching clouds.
The sky darkened with the warning of oncoming rain.
Then I saw a figure approaching from the edge of the field.
The breeze caught her golden hair as she grew nearer.
 
I still remember that day with cherished affection.
We held each other as the rhythm of the rain began.
It was as if teardrops were running down our cheeks.
The rain that day was a fountain of absolute serenity.