Not for never

The dove will coo
before the summer rain
the magpie's bugle call 
will come again

The thunder claps
the birds they will refrain
until the call to speak
suddenly - is here

The smell of rain
it stays within the scent
the scent is strong
it encapsulates throughout

The rain - now but a shower
leaves its mark upon the day
and then the wind - 
it moves the rain away

Nothing - forever
is for here to stay
not for never will love wilt
and fall away.