Summer rain

 

 

Crescent drops serenade her body
Cascading streams that flow in grace,
Caught in the mirth, momentary,
Cry a joyful tear; almost her own.

Radiant skin in the afterglow of rain,
As forged in the molten light of the sun.
Charm; she wears and owns as a gift
Bestowed by humbled, human gods.

A beat follows her steps; gentle
But joyful, pattering in noisy delight.
The ground awaits each one she takes,
Matching tempo, with crisp hums.

Strands of hair hold out the proof
Of her trot in the summer rain,
Yet, give up effortless; those pearls,
Plain with her touch they were graced.

…

Trot

 

  

 

No hurried steps, no place set

Nowhere to go when she wants to stop.

Slow, unfazed by the weather wet,

She walks; in step with every drop.

 

She looks for the clouds that conspired today,

And hid each other, to peek just a bit

To watch her dance, to watch her sway,

And when they applaud, dark skies are lit.

 

No smile as radiant could be seen this hour,

Spirited, light; Nimble-footed, bare--

She sought to appease, to calm with a shower,

A baseless anger, a loveless stare.

 

Battered souls; drenched,  in the stands

Untouched by water, but wet just the same.

Some fret, some curse, with folded hands,

Many more smiling at the trot of this dame.

 

…

A Love Waltz

I'm awake,in wonder,listening to the rain,
My arid heart now fragrant,glistening with the rain,
Senses that give in,yet fortified once more,
As the love of the rain gods descend in this pour.

I hear anklets rhyme with the passionate beat,
A magical waltz by the rain and her feet,
Her heart knows no bounds,her feet keep pace,
A flash,and she turns - joy now has a face.

With not a care for the eyes of the world,
Or the mighty gusts of breezes cold,
She pours her heart on a dampened ground,
Which resonate in fullness,a lyrical sound.

My heart jumps a beat to watch her like this,
Eyes stare in awe,thoughts amiss,
If sight to these eyes,today was gifted,
No better time could the veil have been lifted.

For I see now,oh! And I see clear,
Beauty in motion,like a spirited deer,
The gods approve in thunderous applause,
And the rhythmic chants fade into a pause.

She stops and turns,to my eyes in the stands,
Mindless, I too applauded with my hands,
A fluster is once seen,a shyness takes lead,
Pulses of her anklets wane with worldly heed.

I stand still in awe,I know not what passed,
A heart so full in moments, is empty at last,
Wandering eyes look for shadows moving in grace,
Effervescent cries,seeking once more her face....