when it rains…

… there is pleasure in pain, moments of gain.

… the scars are wounded, memories are hounded.

… I wish to kiss you, hold you, caress you.

… I look outside my window and see us dancing to love and the hue.

… it’s a sign to run away, run away with memories, to find comfort in pain.

… the wind halts, the cradle doesn’t rock, what is then the thud in my heart?

… I am struck by lightening.

… the clouds of yesterday disappear and I feel pure and all set for a new day.

… all obstacles in my way are washed away.

… I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

… the smell of the grass, the sand and the sight all radiate with love and life.

… you should know he has kissed me, it soaks all terrains.

… I play wet and wild and prance about love grenades.