This poem is called The storm ahead

I see the storm ahead
I feel its presence
And I move to it.
Do you feel my love
Coming down around you
Falling like the rain
A gently mist at first
Just noticed on your cheeks
Suspended in your hair?
Then full drops start to form
Falling to wet
your hair and shoulders.
Your face and neck
Now fully wet
The rains gather
Small streams trickle
Down you back and
Between your breasts
Then the storm begin
And you become
Truly wet.
Let me ask you
Do you feel like coming
With me?