With Touches From The Rain Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dancing in the shadows as I stood alone:
Now you look like
My uncle,
Now you look like a tomb- but the night is
Easy to see by anyways-
And it wont lake long for the heroes
To walk with the virgins
Back home through the forest:
Hand in hand,
And I wonder if they will kiss-
Or, if in the morning, you will be my bride-
But, either way, it will take awhile to
Ride out and get a good look at the other side,
And in the meantime I suppose you’ve
Thought that you were just beautiful,
While the waves were lapping at the Ferris wheels
Or, in the very least,
The foothills of pinwheels- and then it wasn’t
So long anyways- Just another
Starting out, knees keeping warm beside
The open fire,
As the dragon sang up to the airplanes leaping
Across the oceans to Spain-
As the girls spilled out from the hallways so
Beautifully beneath them,
Like pearls from the love letters of
Waves being dimpled with touches from the rain.