The Park Bench

 The Park Bench 

You first told me you loved me there,

On a park bench, in the rain-soaked air.

The skies were gray, the world was still,

But your words alone could bend my will.

The rain kept falling, cold and light,

But your voice made everything feel right.

A quiet moment, soft and true,

Where all I saw was only you.

The clouds could cry, the winds could roam,

But with you there, I felt at home.

That simple bench, that rainy day,

Forever in my heart will stay.

–Rachel Dcruz