A stillness foreshadows
Lingering, eerily calm
Then a single, gentle thud
Disrupts the silence.
The leak springs,
Grows into a flood
Water runs over hot skin
Caressing each freckle, each wrinkle.
Eyes closed,
Truly feeling every shiver of
A feather's tracing down my spine.
I seize the warm feeling
Letting the streaming continue,
Greedily succumbing to the water.
My grip loosens upon the umbrella,
A distant "pnk" on the pavement marks its fall.
I am gone, the rain having
Taken me over.