If love was rain
Check the forecast. Again.
Unseasonably damp or drought?
Incantation for precipitation.
Then, ah -refreshing, quenching, fresh.
Plashing, plopping.
You know -green shoots, petrichor, yada.
Stand barefoot, gasping and drenched – torrentially triumphant.
Drinking it deep until – there’s floods, cancellations.
Driving drizzle and damn – now the roof leaks.
Drips icy down your neck – sodden, rotten and damp.
Dismal damp everywhere – regret the lack of bucket…
