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.