The Rain by Maria Fokas

Oh that gentle rain, aching to come back, time and again.
No warning to let you prepare.
Like a bow and arrow to ruin your day.
Can you plan around such a tease?

Oh sweet rain, running free . . .
I will keep your secret; and be grateful for thee. 
Happy to welcome that gentle drop;

On my lips, and down my neck;

To whisper . . .

I just like coming back –

© Maria Fokas/all rights reserved, and Photo Credits/ 2017