It is sunny,
and then the rain pours down.

I sit beneath the shelter,
beside the trees,
between my own clouds.

The freshness in the breeze reaches me,
then a soft kiss finds my cheeks,
the touch of those lips
greets my heart for a beat—
I stop time to feel you.

They tell me
no one witnesses those lips
or the kiss.

I look at the mist before me
and ask myself:
who tells the story?

Finally, light makes its way through—
all the clouds move,
then all eyes are on you.