Loving In the Rain
LOVING IN THE RAIN
Gusting hollow sound of rain on big leaves
Me wishing for more
Dripping drops on bedroom pane
Starting to pour, pour
Into my memories
Cascading spray from his wheel
As a bell with a watery peal
Whoosh of syncopation
Rhythmic thrumming on windshields
She has to wait to cross, wet with laughter
Spume in a puddle after
Tyre parts it like the Red Sea
Glistening road turns green then yellow
Their shelter is the park’s heavy rain
Lovers’ privacy foolproof
No unwanted drop-ins, only the drops in roof
Rain pours out my past in generous drafts
Misted windows hide the miserly world outside
Street swishes in reply as drops kiss the ground
It’s my face’s baptism
Immersing me in the happy past
Smell of vegetation after downpour
Gusts invite me as guests
Eyes tight squeezed to hold the flow of it
I wait, turn, and face the wet directly.
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NOTE Some people are happiest in the sun, or heat, or even snow's whiteness...probably because it reminds them of happiest moments in childhood or youth. For me, I am happiest in the rain.
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