Presence of water,
I sense it, when
you are around and I find,
your eyes search mine.
What a relief, I sigh
thank God for this woman.
Then I remember,
with regret,
you do not belong
to me, but yes
your heart is ,
the rains, I reckon,
is overdue this year,
you are my rain
in a blue gown,
that's the reason
I thirst for you
and pant, even when
I think about you
and the sultry wind
starts to blow and sway me.