When Love Rains Supreme

WHEN LOVE RAINS SUPREME… There they sat on their raised verandah, looking out and up at the celestial canvas nature had painted. Puffed up Puffed up peacock-like nimbus clouds slowly strutted across the skies; and in a chameleon like fashion, they changed from white to a darken blue hue that edged toward the borders of blackness. Fascinated by this heavenly transformation, sets of eyes mingled; and curious smiles drew themselves across mysterious faces. Suddenly, lightning flashed! Then they heard the thunder! And without hesitation, the celestial pouring pitcher poured down its waters---as if a great earthly thirst call had been sent up to God’s heavenly cistern above. On the desert like ground below, once wilted life took on new meaning--- terrestrial gardens bloomed and gleamed with resurrected beauty; and the warm humid air blew an arousal scent teasing old desires. Hearts throbbed as love hollowed out her footprints in the moist mud, leaving a trail to rejuvenated ecstasy withering in the desert of old age. Synchronized in the moment, they madly dashed for the bedroom; lit aromatic candles; put on Coltrane’s A Love Supreme and pull back the sheets! In that ecstatic moment, they smiled and drifted off to sleep---serenaded by the music and the pitter-patter of rain drops falling upon the roof: Oh what manifestations ‘A Love Supreme’ brings when it rains!