Your name
like soft rain
soaking into
my naked skin
until I become
liquid poetry
Strolling beneath
the weeping skies
we find solace
in the storm
our hearts
beating drums
in time
distant thunders
roar
As rain mingles
with our whispers
your lips
A lightning bolt
ignite a spark
in the tempest
of our souls
In this downpour
we are not
merely two
but one
