Love is that rain
that drops from clouds of emotions
cooled in the trough of hearts
where torrid vapors of lust
settle down
into droplets of compassion
fall and seep into seething ground
of body
bursting with passion,
feeding dreamful of skies
to beauty hungry minds,
quenching thirsty souls
with showers of kisses and hugs,
drenches the being with lightning
flooding the banks of desire
with bliss of water.
Love is a strange rain
without thunder of commotion
that sets roses on fire.
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Love is a strange rain without thunder of commotion that sets roses on fire. Bravo!