A Small Thing (Draft 1)

A Small Thing (Draft 1)

Isn’t it a small thing to love me
because don’t I always understand
whenever the rain falls on
your tiers of sorrow

Can’t you see me as a drop
on your cheek
flowing to a corner of your lips
that you taste like salty love

Not every whisper rain
must be a Grand tear sound

Sometimes a dry joy emerges
and the Sun shines on growth

— Douglas Gilbert