I'm Hoping It Rains Poem by Belle Violet

I want more than anything,
to get tangled up,
in the back seat of
your pick up.
With the windows rolled up,
and we'll steam them up.
On a sweltering night,
in the heat of July.
I'm hoping it rains;
I want to hear
the tink-tinkering
of raindrops pelting down,
and the slow humming sound
of wiper blades pushing
the droplets around.
I want the radio soft;
with heavy,
classic rock,
and your lips on my throat
as you moan.
my skirt up;
your jeans down;
your hands wandering around
under my shirt
as I'm pulling off yours.