It makes me want to sing along....
to share a sultry duet in the early morning light.
I want to stand beneath the downpour, skin to rain to skin and feel it wash my soul clean.
To feel the water embrace me, caress me, cover me, cleanse me.
To wash my body and spirit in the newness of it ...until I'm one with it.
I raise my face to the sky and
give thanks for the heavy wetness
moving across my eyelids,
down my cheeks,
into my waiting mouth.
I feel the cold drops nipping at my neck,
sinking their sharp teeth into me,
and I shiver.
I want the urgency of this autumn storm to meet mine
and then to release me.
I love the song that the rain sang on my roof all night.
© Tanya Anguita
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