After The Rain, by Bobby Warner

The rain stopped and I went to the front door. Outside, the lawn was puddled; drops of rain fell from the eaves of the house.

It was a night like this when you passed away; and as I stood on the front porch I realized all over again how much I missed you.

Then the clouds dissolved and the moon and stars came out. Down by the pond frogs began to sing.

I went back inside, crawled into bed, and lay for a long time, remembering.