Rain in the Meadow

The rain falls around us in a delicate mist. I move closer to you, seeking refuge in your arms; there is a storm coming. I brush the hair from your eyes; those sweet dreamy eyes. Green eyes; angel eyes; angel eyes in the rain.

We are standing beneath a huge barren oak tree in a golden meadow, we have walked miles to get here, the lone tree left standing after so many years; this is the place where we first fell in love. Back then, it was a deep green forest; we fell upon wet leaves and moss, entwined in our burgeoning passion.

Immersed in the romantic memories of our first time together, I close my eyes as I bring your face to mine; tenderly kissing your lips as you tilt your head ever so slightly, your mouth taking mine with an unrestrained hunger. Your hands are around my waist pulling me against you, as the rain comes down harder, soaking us both. Your lips now only lightly grazing mine as they begin their descent, seeking out my neck. I move against you in the slow steady rhythm of the rain.

Your hot breath whispers against my throat, as the frigid rain pours over our bodies; the sensations of fire and ice, as your touch scorches me with a new found intensity. Searing hot electricity coursing through your veins overpowers me and the icy deluge from the sky soaks my clothes and chills my skin. We are lost together, outside of concepts of time in the exquisite pleasure of our shared obsession; our recollections of so long ago intermingled with our current desire.

You smell like the rain of our past and taste of the crisp cool autumn mornings we have spent in each others arms, lying together for hours, enjoying the blissful consummation of our hearts.

Kissing you is love reborn, desire alive and vibrant.

Once again, we make love in the rain, just like it was before.

The progression of time has changed nothing, and as if we have wished for the same thing we are transported if but for a moment back into that lush green forest, our youth retained, our love the same.

Lightning crashes in the distance as our fevered pitch reaches climax and we are drowned by the paroxysm of our ecstasy... and the rain.

Once again, you have completed me. You are my love, my soul, and once again, my rain.

©2011 Garden Summerland

Splendor in the Rain

As darkness falls, I close my eyes and wait for the vision to come to me again; my sweet clandestine lover. You have always remained mysterious, but I know you now. And I know your name; I speak it every day. I whisper my love to you, and I know that you hear me.

I dream of making love to you in the rain; a fantasy I entertain even in my waking hours. Now we are alone together at last, wandering in the dense green of a charming storybook forest.

We become lost. Lost and yet found, as I have imagined every detail a hundred times. Our wet clothes fall away with each step deeper into the cover of the woods; we are hidden even as our passions are uncovered.

Your dark hair is soaked and sticking to your face, your mouth devouring mine as the ice cold rain cascades over us, cutting through the hot air & burning our naked skin.

You are on top of me on the ground, your lustful endeavor welcomed with no resistance; I cannot breathe. Your mouth is heavy upon mine, the pouring rain is drowning me and your love smothering me until I can no longer think. Dominated by your desires, I scream out your name in the uncontrolled ecstasy of our consummation.

I love you.

We lay together upon a blanket of soft wet leaves and velvety moss, the splendor of our passion enveloping us in delighted contentment.

I open my eyes and look out my bedroom window. It is raining and I whisper your name.

©2011 Garden Summerland