Another tritina inspired by the Cornoyer painting.
We laughed aloud, our faces wet,
Beneath the rain of that first spring,
We laughed although our star was falling.
The endless summer night was falling,
August days were never wet,
I recalled our rain-splashed spring.
If only I could bring back spring,
When happiness was raindrops falling,
And only rain made my cheeks wet.
In the wet of spring you left, our lode star falling.