Elusive Rain
There is some chaotic tranquility
about the sound of the rain hitting
the roof with solid pop-pop beats,
as if knocking, luring her out.
She blooms with the storm clouds,
throwing open her alabaster arms
and catching the elusive rain in
her soft hands like catching kisses.
Thunder blasts her heart into being
and lightning electrifies her blood.
There is some chaotic tranquility
about her hair f
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in the wind.
The sun returns to its self-made
throne, lurched in the pit of the sky,
and she returns to her empty house
to retreat on to the cold dark floor.