RAINCHILD

She dances in the rain. 

Drops of desire 
lingering 
slithering 
trickling, 
Icicles on fire. 

I track their lazy paths 
wandering 
looking 
finding, 
Poetry as she laughs. 

Behold her frolic with the rain 
enchantedly 
longingly 
lovingly, 
As she washes away my pain. 

My angel. 
She dances in the rain. 

MS