The lifeblood of the world
from the heavens falls—
The very spirit of the earth
breathes around us
into us.
Hear it whisper in the night—
A chorus of haunting voices
beckoning.
Beckoning.
Feel the soft touch on your skin
delicate as a lover’s caress.
Drink it in like the finest wine—
warming, intoxicating.
The breath quickens,
the blood stirs—
for the rain
demands response.
Your eyes, aglow in moonlit splendor,
are radiant as the dawn.
Your skin glistens in silver starlight,
your smile warms the deepest chill.
The rhythmic pulse
of the rainfall calls—
loud and insistent,
soft and slow.
And together we
give in and fall—
pulses racing,
eyes aglow.
