I Write Poetry

"What If There Was No Rain?"

You speak of the rain, I tremble.
Each droplet formed is a miracle.
A kiss on your cheek, so nimble.
Its song clings to breast, lyrical.

No umbrella, the rain coats you.
A scent of Venus wafts from strands
Of your hair, a wind song of new.
Skin glittered by nature's hand.

The sun appears to bathe you.
My eyes feasting on your grace.
On your lips, a single drop of dew
I long to be the rain on your face.

Nature embraces you, with open arms
With fingers of luminosity, stroke
After stroke, as I desire to do.
Your bonfire heart, I long to stoke

The distance between us is real.
May the rain always kiss your face.
My pitter-patter lives in you still
A rhythm that centuries cannot erase.

What if there was no rain to kiss your lips, your cheeks, and skin?
Well, my love, there would be no me