When It Rains

By Natasha Gracious

Skies swollen grey, with tints of majesty,

Trees slumber under a misty spell,

Billowy clouds part momentary,

Sunbeams dive deep into the verdant dell.

Wings of winds deliver your scent,

I'm bathed, I'm drenched, I smell of you.

Where art thou, O' angel of torment?

Do the winds not whisper how I burn for you?

Come, O' come, thee love of mine,

Gather me unyielding till I breathe no more.

Come, lay with me under the sweet moonshine,

Thy absence no longer can I endure.

Leave me not lonesome in this pelting rain,

Let me kiss those lips of honeydew.

Night's drawn her curtain, do not abstain,

Come, dissolve in me as I melt away in you…

By Natasha Gracious