Like A Morning Rain Storm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms rushing through my being like a rain storm in the morning,
filling and purifying mind and being with love from above, it's
desires and passion rising within.

Looking for a way to be quenched with you my only true love,
there's no one else I'd rather be with than you my dear, want-
ing to be held by you through the night.

Making love passionately and completely again and again, our un-
conditional love filling us always without letting up, consuming
us both, feelings of love growing and being nurtured always.