I miss the Rain;
My partner, my friend. 
Small and skinny,
He freckled my hair like sand at the beach—
He muffled my ears,
Cool, damp, calm in this 
City that inhaled and exhaled life.
All creatures great and small
Were tickled alike by him;
But the windswept over Him
As you arrived,
Quietly; waiting—
It was a funeral
And I the guest of honor—
But we laughed
And the white lilies bloomed.
You smiled,
Extending your hand ever so pleasantly
While He facilitated—
Nay maintained our exchange
A chorus of onlookers breathing slowly
With the pulsation of my heart
Calmly, their song stopped
Yet you carried the tune—
A lament
That urged Him to douse us
In an onslaught—
Out of anger or love?
I choose to believe the latter—
Strangely, a sweet sentiment
It is His gift of regret
As you carried me away
Across a blanket of demise
That smelled of white
And black.
Thin and thick—
Raucous and peaceful,
Dissonant and euphonious;
True contradiction of
His desolate, diligent, intentional life
and of your amicable, spontaneous, 
enchanting Death.