Smiling in the Rain

the scent comes first, wafting on the breeze
gusty wind plays with my hair, tangling it from my neck
drawing heated strands into my mouth
darting in and out like the tongue of a lover...

the sound approaches on cautious feet
rumbling thick and far, raising my tingling skin
and rushing through my senses with a fevered pitch
like a warm breath in my ear...

the sight of clouds fill my vision, fill me,
weighted and heavy; rolling over my eyes
making me see their lust to drench me in their need
matching my own like a steely gaze...

the touch of the first drops tentative and promising
washes away my shiver of anticipation
replaces it with the glory of each nerve awakening
each drop like a hand that knows me...

i open my mouth, smiling... and taste....

Emily