Storm approaching suddenly,
Run to the window, look and see.
Alluring glance from me to you,
Without a word…you think it too.
Clothes in a trail across the floor,
from window pane, to outside door.
Secluded place, a grassy field…
In open view, (yet still concealed)
A blanket lay upon the ground,
Where you and I
And Rain
Fall
Down
Warm wet descends from summer skies,
As birds and bees, cover their eyes.
Alas, the rain comes to an end,
Return inside…
to wait again.
Katherine DeJesus
