The Wet Weather Coaxes Love

Rattling rain drops,heists our sleep at mid night Settling on tops,over the roofs from a width height Prattling quickly stops, whence I catch his sight Curling his mops of hair with my fingers a bit tight Battling cold, hops out when he hugs me in dim light Tackling him,slops sweat,continually in the twilight Troubling,he cops pleasure kissing me with might Bowling love crops stress,making us look bright. 6-7-2020 Note2:Triple Rhyme poetry Contest.(N/A) Placed as Honourable Mention in the contest. Note2: Strand Completely New (20), Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand.