Photo: The rain comesSplashing theWindow inVertical strokesThunder to the northPassing over the peaksCarrying the heavy dropsLeaving the light ones hereWatching theDarkness blanket theValley cooled meI pull on a fleeceTeapot whistlingI remember my dreamThe weight of your handsOn my hips and bellyMy body’s response toYour absenceI feel youWhen you’re notYou’re northThe direction of the rainClosing overThe hundred milesDrafting the currentsThe clouds will find youThe chill Creeping up your neckYou’ll pause inYour day andThink ofMy heatThe taste ofMy skinOn yourTongueIf I rode inOn the cloudsI could reachYou by noonDrenching you in theTorrent ofMy desire andHeavy rainThe rain comes
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

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

Drenching you in the
Torrent of
My desire and
Heavy rain