Barefoot In The Rain! ! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

He pulled her close in thunder's sigh,
no music played, no need to try.
The rain was wild, their rhythm free—
barefoot souls in a storm-kissed spree.

Mud on ankles, hair like flame,
they laughed like kids who'd lost all shame.
No crowd, no lights, no grand parade—
just love in the rawest form it's made.

'You're mad, ' she said, as he spun her slow,
'Then stay mad with me, let's never go.'
He kissed her cheek, both soaked and grinning
'If this is sin, then let's keep sinning.'

No future planned, no past explained,
just hearts unchained and skies that rained.
They danced, they slipped, they didn't care.
because its a deep freedom felt...
A true love that shimmers on air! !

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA