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.

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Image: ©2020 Joanne Van Leerdam

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

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