I'll kiss under the torrent of rain
I want to sweat through the cool shower
Perspiration mixing with droplets
Bleeding off my lips
Salty sweet into your lungs.

Take my hand,
We can dance to syncopated hearts
Like blast beats as the puddles rise,
Twirl you ‘round as the wet explodes from the parasol of your dress.

We can stay within the confines
In this open ballroom,
Crashing upon ourselves,
Slick with angelic tears
Scented with pollen and petrichor.

I dare to dream,
Of blossoms in spring-
Sprung from the ache of a storm
Where we waltzed undeterred by the crashing clouds.
May you forever see the beauty,
Wrapped within a storm cloud
In which we kissed.