The Rain

Rosy pink petals

flushed in a

dripping trickle

from the gentle sprinkle

of tender words.

Slowly spreading open

in anticipation

of the coming deluge

of inevitable weather.

Leaves upturned

yearning in thirst

for this vital


Swaying slightly

in the barely

perceptible breezes

of promise.

Thorns softened

and adorned

by the rain

as defenses weaken

from surrender to welcome

and the clouds burst open

pouring down

in torrents of passion.


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