Sun while it rains, 
That’s what happened the day you left 
You took your gorgeous smile with you, 
The one that shines ever present when you debate a point you’ve thought over in that mind of yours 
 
You came to us on a hectic Friday afternoon 
Beauty in our Delray Beach office chaos 
Within hours you became the love of all our lives, more than just our highly anticipated British fellow 
 
Three weeks later I echo corny sayings and words that don’t make your heart hurt less, 
I–we–badly want you to stay 
It’s bitter because we love you dearly, 
Enough to want you to return to the life you’ve made in the UK 
 
Nothing explains this better than the heavy sound of morning rain drops against Lorrie’s Tesla window as we drive into the sun