My Genesis

Tonight rain scented air
greeted me as I walked under your gaze

It was not an opening of the skies
downpour rushing over curbs into gutters
brimming the sewers

Nor was it a light sprinkling
glistening petals of blooms closing for the night
content with their daily engagement

It was simply rain-scented air
nudging me to think of you

Not a loud bellowing voice warning of misfortune
if rules are broken

Nor a constant tapping on my shoulder
making me second guess my labor

It was simply you showing me a bit of your soul,
your pleasure in my genesis,
blessing your beloved one.

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Author’s Note:

I am not a rule follower.

I hide it well.

I am learning that it is okay not to follow rules.

 

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