Before the Storm Has Ceased

I promise, my love, that I will return to you. I will come back along, just the way I leave. Should this rain abate and we once again see the sky clearing just for us, may not a single cloud break unless it is upon our soft kissing lips, bare feet and ankles spattered with the last of the raindrops that have come to rest on the grass.

But now, I must go, because there is something ahead. What it may be, I am unsure, but I have never been one to allow my curious eyes to rest. If I stayed, it would only be in spite of you. Please, forgive me, my love. I promise to return before the storm has ceased.

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