Weathering

..........When we stood
under a crumble of bruised clouds,
I wished to say,
........Your beauty is that of raindrops –
........clear, inscrutable prisms.
 
..........Later we walked
while the sky gave first evidence of rupture,
and you began to say,
........Your beauty is that of hailstones,
........of wanderlust, of empty chairs.
 
..........Finally different winds blew –
you to the east, I again to the west –
we came to see
........both rainstones and haildrops
........vanish faster when taken by the hand.