It’s raining on this sweet summer night

Pitter patter on the petals of the tree

The tree that stands and holds on tight

Through every storm with all it’s might

I wrote a poem when my cousin died

Had no idea she was a poet as well

It’s funny how we suddenly show pride

In broken seashells washed up from the tide

Gloomy skies often remind me of her

As it rained the day she passed away

My childhood memories are such a blur

Oh, how I regret that we weren’t closer

But I can feel her in the summer sun

And I still see her in the blushing pink

Of soft petals on bright flowers undone

As Earth resembles the life of one

To Ashley, another poetic soul.