This was originally written in November 2018, to my wife whom I was dating at the time.

It rains, and all the day the sun with light
Will try and wash the blighting clouds away,
Yet fail. And so must fail my tries to say
Or fight away these thoughts of you, my bright
And godly, quiet girl, arrayed with life
And sweaters warm - despite the sockless feet
Or mocking pouts while stocking pegs to beat
My Cribbage score (before you’re yet my wife!)
Though here I think of when the sun did shine
And other clouds I thought could blind my mind
Could no more blind than dew the moon or bind
The tide, our constant clock and lunar sign.
So rain on me this crown, this cloudy wreath,
And I’ll be Kelly singing underneath.