To me she was rain
Often gently in the background
A soothing constant
She was nurturing
Life giving
Everything she touched seemed to flower
But she could also take you by surprise
A sudden deluge
Hammering
Fierce
Droplets like fire on your face
That would have you running for shelter
But what I liked most
Was when she stormed
The unbridled passion
The tang of electricity in the air
When the wind whipped around your face
And rain tangled in your hair
She would stand with her arms outstretched
As free and as wild as the storm

the mystery of delicate petals unfurling
into forgiveness.

the forest of evergreens and silent flowers,

oh, tender heart, my love,
the gentle spirit when days are more gray.

walk with me through the riddle of
the silent and cold universe,

the sometimes warm and starry sky,
across clouds, the moonlit landscape
of mountains and snow.

run with me
naked under the flower moon.

she smiles, oh, that flower moon,
locks her arm in my arm,
hands me tiny purple flowers,

and says, it's only love.