her lover (the rain)

she stood silent,
waiting,
for the storm
to shed
its raindrops,
as she began to shed  
her clothing,
 
i watched her
completely nude
in the rain,
her open arms
inviting
each silver drop,
to confront her,
to kiss her lips,
 
singing to her,
their light footsteps
moved as she danced,
making her swaying breast  
glisten,
 
still clinging to her,
tasting every inch  
of her skin,
they soon were  
devouring
the essence,
the very center
of what makes her
a woman.