Secret Lovers

Secret Lovers. It was early I looked out of the window rain was falling gently, not slashing down from angry sky, more like a soft kiss practised by some long married where passion is a river in a landscape of peace. Rain stopped, only a few bigger drops followed like guard dogs behind a flock of sheep. Finally the shepherd fell, more than a big drop, like a ball of rain that when it hit the western wall for a moment turned into a rainbow. I had witnessed earth and sky making love an occurrence only early raisers may hope to see.