Do you remember, my dearest friend?
That September day?
The day when rain Gods sorely wept,
That day you crossed my way?

Hark back to those midsummer rains,
Which soaked us through and through!
Those lovely drops of dancing grains,
Our way that nature threw!

Do you remember our one resolve?
“To stick” didn’t we intend?
As well as grains of salt dissolve,
Their way in water’s blend?

Aren’t you reminded of those times?
Those times we tried to fight?
Those times we ended up on knees,
And praised each other’s might?

You must remind yourself of me,
Even if I’m now long gone,
For each is on the other’s side,
Right where we do belong . . .