A couple enjoy each romatically other on a damp day.
|As a matter of fact, I like damp days,
When rain hems us in, battering the panes.
Lightning splits the sky as thunder crashes,
While the cleansing flow renews and washes.
Despite the deluge, passion ignites,
Beneath bundled blankets, he holds me tight,
As rain hammers the roof, a marching throng,
I’m swept up by his fervent heart’s song.
The tempest rages, tugging at the trees,
Yet in his strong arms I am at ease.