Splashing the
Window in
Vertical strokes

Thunder to the north
Passing over the peaks
Carrying the heavy drops
Leaving the light ones here

Watching the
Darkness blanket the
Valley cooled me
I pull on a fleece

Teapot whistling
I remember my dream
The weight of your hands
On my hips and belly

My body’s response to
Your absence
I feel you
When you’re not

You’re north
The direction of the rain
Closing over
The hundred miles

Drafting the currents
The clouds will find you
The chill 
Creeping up your neck

You’ll pause in
Your day and
Think of
My heat

The taste of
My skin
On your
Tongue

If I rode in
On the clouds
I could reach
You by noon

Drenching you in the
Torrent of
My desire and
Heavy rain