The Romance of the Rain

The romance of the rain…
the allure…
the steady draw that drags the droplets down from the heavens
it draws me out too.
It's a beautiful summons,
to be called by the clouds,
to hear a love letter pattering on the windowpane.
So simple,
its emotions worn on the grass-covered sleeve,
no lies,
no deception,
utter simplicity.
And to meet it,
to go out with it,
to feel the rush of the water in the cobblestone veins,
as your own heart beats ever more the faster,
in time with the tattoo.
Rises, rises
and you burst out in a dance
flitting between the streaks from the sky,
sweet sloppy kisses on your skin.
Close your eyes,
kiss it back,
let your feet fall to the puddles and splash them with passion.
Don't forget to breathe.
Inhale;
the scent is the soul of the rain.
Breathe it in,
caress it,
breathe it back out,
reminisce,
join with the water,
the hush of the falling through the leaves,
all the glory of the world revealed
through simple droplets.
Let it grow in your heart,
let it overflow,
for fleetingly
it is gone.
And yet your heart beats fast a little longer after the clouds have rolled away.
And you can still hear the rush of the rain in your ears…
the song still in your own blood.