It rained heavily the day of my father’s funeral. Many people remarked on how awful the weather was. I responded that it seemed kind of perfect for the occasion.
A week later, at the funeral of my close friend, the same thing happened.
I don’t think that was a coincidence. It could simply be that both events took place in winter, although the days either side on both occasions were sunny and quite pretty. I like to think it was nature’s way of showing empathy.
Rainfall
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It poured with rain
The day of your funeral,
We stood, quietly morose,
Around the freshly dug grave
Roses in hand for a last farewell,
And it seemed to fit
The mood, the misery,
The bleak finality.
We said our goodbyes
Then left you there,
Scattered with roses;
The rain kept on falling
As we walked away,
As cold and grey as the sky.
©2020 Joanne Van Leerdam
seems fitting … it also rained and was cold on the day of Mum’s funeral too … love you
Yes, it was. Love you. xx