Love falls from rainstorms.
It over me and…
Cleanses me anew.
Your essence in raindrops
Makes me dance under the clouds
And I desire you.
You touch every inch
Of my body and I know
This is the real thing.
This is no quickly
Passing shower, just enough
To barely touch me.
You’re a hurricane.
A monsoon meant to soak me
As I dance in you.
I need no poncho
Nor umbrella to keep dry
You saturate me.
I can’t escape you.
Don’t much want to stay arid.
Souse me in your storm.
