Summer Rain
By Ieisha McIntyre
Beloved, your touch
Is the warm summer rain –
air pregnant and moist.
Trees turn their leaves end up in anticipation of you.
The wind blows –
Herald of your arrival.
Love, changes shape and patterns
But that day you were rain.
Round heavy drops – and
I was welcome and desire,
Open armed and willing,
One touch of you and the dust cleared.
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