Augur

Purple showers tell of sun hereafter
Shining bright across the rainswept earth;
Thunderstorms foretell a coming laughter,
While empty skies are signs of future dearth.
The half-moon rises over half-done deeds,
And wind blows cold across an aching heart;
The autumn rain is wonderful for seeds,
Allowing winter wheat to make a start.
All such fallacious signals move above,
But I look inward for a show of love,
And seek for smiles instead of snow or rain,
Sighs and half-glances in the place of sun.
The heart itself will show if it feels pain,
Or beat with hope to see a lovèd one.