Mirage

A symphony begun
by a single, fat
pling!
Footsteps speed,
splashing faster
than the rain's
increasing tempo.

Quicker now,
each drop moulding
my clothes.
Revealed, laughing
self-consciously.

"I love the rain!"

Chill fingers
race across the grass
and tickle the leaves
overhead as the air
swells with an
orchaestra
of plings.

You laugh.
"You're crazy!"

Spinning, arms wide,
smiling and blissful.
Gooseflesh rises.

"You'll catch your death!"

Laughing at your
wide shoulders
squeezed into such
a narrow hiding place.
I love those shoulders.

"Come play!"

Spinning again,
falling, splashing,
cool water
reaching skin.

Thick backbeat
of splashing steps.
Warmth in the wet,
soft lips tasting of rain.
Eyes, brow,
that hollow
on your neck.

Rain-kissed,
breathing faster.
A ribbon of hair
hangs across my face
dripping onto eager lips.

"I love the rain!"

Watching, desiring.
Droplets dot your skin
and run from your hair.

You laugh.
"I love you!
But you're still crazy!
Come on!"
Large hand envelops mine,
helping, promising.

"I love the rain!"