In the Rain

 

When my lips
First touched yours,
The raindrops paused—
As if love had stirred
Something ancient and vast.

Each drop
Wrapped around us,
Whispering secrets
Only lovers can trust.

Wet lashes fluttered,
And your breath was wine,
As if heaven itself
Fell into line.

Your lips—
The warmth of a monsoon flame,
Mine—
The trembling of a whispered name.

Rain trickled
Through your hair to mine,
And that kiss
Turned the night divine.

Lightning blushed,
Thunder grew shy,
As our kiss
Lit up the sky.

Since then,
Every drop reminds me still—
Of that first warm touch
And time standing still.