The thunder that scares me senseless
Has made me stop
To remember a time
When I loved to kiss
In the rain
The water running down my face
The smell of his sweet embrace
The touch of our lips
So soft and tender
All that I could remember
Was the way we locked?
Our hands together
The way we could feel no fear
Not even when we soaking wet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem