*smile*…what can I say, I feel inspired…

My Rain

The whole air is conspiringand
ravening thunder rumbles
your image turns in my head
obscure as dark, rolling clouds

Lightning curls, flickers

Yes, I long for your hand on
my damp skin

a hot breath enters my window
–a gasp,then sweet, hard raindrops
sweet, hard raindrops
to wet the needy earth

J.Dennis – 03 May 2006

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