Blue Rain
A brisk blue rain is like a greeting
It can be cold or warm long or fleeting
Rain has always been erotic to me
Like fuchsia foreplay of clouds sky draining
Nectar of lavender love from heavens heart
Refreshing red buds and baptizing green park
Causing my hair to curl fluff then fly
Releasing denim despair despite
Beauty of day night or scorn of life
Rain is renewing romantic and free
Feeling a good rain is a spiritual thing
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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