🌧️ Rain 🌧️ Poem by James McLain

In the quiet of the woods, Sara would speak of love as a tree drinks deeply from the earth, roots swelling with firmness.

Her body, like a bough heavy with life, drinking from the source, filling, pulsing, her leaves trembling under the weight of ecstasy.

Each touch like rain sinking into the soil, each breath a breeze stirring your trembling limbs.

Until, with a wild, uncontainable blush, her branches could only burst forth in bloom, a cascade of joy, reaching skyward to the heavens, unrestrained in its fierce surrender to love's inevitable doom.