She sits across from me, As we talk that rainy day away. The umbrella over the table Conceals us in its shade and Hides us from the cascading rain. Her hair like yellow windchimes In the breeze that sweeps on by, Her blue eyes penetrate me, And I'm sure mine do the same to her. I wanted so much to tell how I felt, But not so much that I wanted to risk What we did have over what could be, And now I awaken and see through the window The rain in torrents, and the lightning That cracks the dark sky with a crash. I close the window and return to my slumber And hope that I dream that dream again.