The cumulus are gathering
and I shall dance to the rumble,
embraced in a cold comfort
that ignites my flesh.
Its searing heart calls me,
beckons me, strips away my façade
as the rain beats upon my glistening skin.
I have loved long before the downpour,
long before the ticking of time,
more than each numbered raindrop.
I entwine with nature’s supple caress
kissing heavenly teardrops of man’s
last belief.