First rains...

Rain rain rain...the first rains are here...

I am sitting on my terrace and watching thunder clouds. The cool wind is ferocious, trying to wipe out the remnants of summer. I try to imagine what earth must be feeling. Earth, brown, dusty and bone weary and pining for his touch, waits in anticipation; waiting and watching for a lover to come home and quench her thirst. It seems like a thousand years since he has held her in his arms. Longing for his return, she looks often at the lightning and thunder, imagining his footsteps.

And when he comes, he comes home with all the glory of a warrior returning to his beloved. And she, she runs up to him and opens up to his embrace...

This rain...sweet rain,

tastes of you

rolling over my tongue

drenching me

in your embrace.

This rain...sings

warm melodies,

whispers of a forgotten

longing,

in your breathless voice.

This rain...touching,

flowing,

moving into my soul,

making me shiver and sigh.

This rain...dripping

from you to me

folding, enfolding

warmth and wetness.

This rain...dark rain,

ignites memories...

quenches my thirst.