Rain
Watching the sky slowly stew before graying,
I felt
Before seeing,
tiny droplets pelt
the surface of my shoulders.
First shy, then insistent,
a lover's fingers
brushing, then caressing skin,
drawing a surprised breath
at the mysteries of full embrace.

3 comments:
This makes me miss summers in Florida! I can almost hear those cicadas...
My dear e, What a lasting poetic evocation and visions your words can conjure up. I'm so glad that you re-posted this otherwise I would have missed your beautiful poem. Thank you so much for sharing.
Best wishes, ASD
That's lovely.
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