If Only Rain Would
IF ONLY RAIN WOULD
I always desired Rain - but this girl needed freedom light as air.
I heard her tapping on my bedroom window there.
She, she teased my neck with cool fingers in the dark;
She remained; her kiss mark, lip mark, love mark.
If Rain came to me from heaven’s blue lake
She’d swiftly swoop and slake
My desert hot and dry with her founts,
Riding her mighty floating white mounts,
Filling me with her life-giving moisture.
But she wouldn’t let me her cloister.
My desiccated seared nothingness,
My empty wearied hopelessness,
My lifeless parched skeleton-seeds lying here would
Be fleshed to flower in her flowing flood -
My barren world would be petal-carpeted.
But all my blooms would unrequited
Be without her liquid passion -
In a Rain-less world of aborted proliferation.
If my beautiful Rain would make love
As if the heavens had trumpeted it above,
Drawing from me the essence waiting to germinate
In her fertile nectar in spate,
Then my grounded seeds would burst with rapture
As Rain stooped my heart to capture.
…………………………………………………………..
Written by Sydney Peck
for the competition “RAIN - THE STORY”
( A Rambling Poet)
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