Walking in the Rain - by Vicente Reyes

Walking in the Rain

As thunder rolls across the gray hills above,

And diamond droplets splatter on the window crystal,

You take my hand and in a wink and step we are

Winding through the whistling trees; you,

And the smell of fresh moist earth on the air; you,

With satin ribbons in your hair; me,

Feeling prickling tickling my nose and crown.

Your soprano laughter is a symphonic counter

To the staccato sound of water

Splishing on the ground and your kiss

Is cooler than the morning mist.

Oh the rocks on which we walk are firm

But the grass of the meadow is glistening

With reflected lightning pieces and you

Yet call my name to come deeper

Into the darkening woods, I gaze

Upon your wet skirts and the grace

Of your steps as you lift your wet hem.

There is the echo of the storm upon the hills.

This is the woman whose hands

I held in the theatre of twilight,

In elegance of dress and stylish perfume now

Running ahead of me like a forest nymph.

My breath is deep and fast and cool

And my clothes are dripping,

But the smile on my face feels hot

And I want to catch you and I do.

Its so amazing what a little victory can do

In the woods. Ancient souls are we,

Recapturing primordial fire again

As we lean on the roots of this tree.

In the dark windy hollow,

Wet and breathing so heavily

It is such a delight to kiss you,

Feeling you cling and your

Heartbeat hot beating hot close to mine.

It was light but a moment ago,

Then the winds came and now

The dark trees wave coldly over

A path I do not seem to recognize.

Whatever happened to our recent tracks,

Did they wash away?

My muddied boots and your bare feet

That are so tender are still,

But only for a moment.

Vicente Reyes

July 30, 2000

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