There is a holy feeling to this place.
The rain falls--
(liquid streams
of silver)
upon a ceiling made from glass.
Quietly at first,
then abruptly,
noisily,
striking the rooftop.
Outside it is Spring,
and all is green
with the beginning of new things.
You smile,
and repeat your vow,
she smiles,
mirroring
the joy
your face returns.
In complete perfection
of the moment,
the raindrops fall silent,
and a hush spreads,
suddenly
the sunlight that has withdrawn
fills the room with radiance.
Ravishing the day
with brightness,
illuminating all present.
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