Dark cottony clouds the color of greying lilacs glide across the sky.
Her thundering footsteps roll in your direction.
Leaves shiver in anticipation
The burn of the lowering sun barely peaking through.
Rain taps at your window with her soft fingertips, begging for your hand.
When you visit with her for the night.
Her warm inviting scent lingers in your throat.
You dance together
Stomping in the puddles no rain boots needed
Your socks get soaked through and there might even be a cold on its way
Yet you regret not a single moment with her
Your wet hair hangs in your face
Mixing with your little grin, seconds tick by like hours
You are her only lover
She does damage then dashes but you will still love her tomorrow
Even when she’s gone she is still in the leaves and gutters.
Traces of her stay remain on the leaves, becoming morning dew at sunrise.