Starbucks, Morning Rain, and Thoughts of You

(a villanelle)  
In angled light, the droplets fall,  
In hanging perch of first Spring bud.  
In wet storm’s grace, I feel your call.  
   
She comes through gush of streetlight’s pall,  
With “pussy" ears to fend the flood.  
In angled light, the droplets fall.  
   
In Fords of wet white drives recall,  
It’s you whose kiss that thrills my blood.  
In wet storm’s grace, I feel your call.  
   
The dance and bitter tasting squall  
That brings us dragon magic rubbed.  
In angled light, the droplets fall.  
   
The hottest burn, my tongue’s enthrall  
That stirs the flame, skin’s blushing rudd.  
In wet storm’s grace, I feel your call.  
   
The blow, the wet, the white Ford's thrall,  
The dance, the gale, how thrill lifeblood  
In angled light, the droplets fall,  
In wet storm’s grace, I feel your call.