Holiday Rain
When your eyes well up
they remind me of a day at the beach
with small children shivering
underneath the dark clouds
of suppressed emotion.
Then you give me that look,
and it’s like an afternoon shower
on the fourth of July.
Guests scurry inside,
leaving muddy tracks
across the carpet of my regard.
With trembling lips
you unleash the storm.
Faces press against the window
bemoaning the loss of sunshine,
and our lighthearted romp
through life’s mysteries.
Your tears are like holiday rain.