The Rain

A bucket filled with chalk

Sitting on the front porch

Of the old brick house

A bucket filled with utensils

Used to draw their life together.

Did he ever see

These pictures on the sidewalk,

The memories that they crafted together,

While scraping their knees 

And stinging their hands,

These works of art 

Losing their color?

Losing their love?

She noticed the clouds were falling

Faster than they normally do

Breaking up quicker

Erasing something they drew.

The rain ran down

With more speed than ever.

It washed away the glimmer of the stars

On that warm summer night,

The color of his eyes 

As blue-enameled as the sky,

The swirls of color-

The rainbows of
 sweet happiness and pure love.

Her heart,

Once strong and brave,

Now fragile and cracked.

The rain swept it away,

Away from his hurtful hands.