Kiss the Rain
New Orleans summertime temperatures rise.
Mellow sounds of smooth jazz softly plays.
I drink mint juleps on these long lazy days.
It's sticky and too hot until it rains.
Drops fall gently, it's a glorious sound.
Dancing and spinning I tilt my head back.
Rain kisses my hot mahogany red parted lips.
Sweeter than that of a mountain spring,
Throat is parched, I instantly want more.
Summertime's sweet rain quenches my thirst.
Rain is short lived here in the south.
The humidity after the rain zaps me, does me in
So I sit once again enjoying the music of lite jazz.
Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013
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