When the Rains Come

Love lost may feel like the end, & yet, it's only love reborn. From an email sent long ago

With time...the pain of loss;
When yesterday's memories fade,
And reflection ponders,
Do thoughts of a new tomorrow arise.

When the rains come,
The new green grass,
Which grows the sweetest shoots,
After the fires have passed...
Only then, will hope return.

Once the wildfires have ravaged,
And scorched a heart black...
Turning the sour taste of loss,
Into the sweetest of loves.