Rain

Her weightless form is settled upon my lap
A beautiful butterfly flitting, paused but a bit
Truly her heritage includes some fairies blood
Part grace, mischievous humor and rare beauty
Her fine porcelain skin and high cheek bones
Hint at a royal lineage perhaps back to the Nile
Smile that promises untold delights yet to unfold
Upon observing her sup of the forests nectars
Found her impish nature to be kind and warm
Even filled with the fermented nectars of forest
Her kind and gentle nature remains most real
No mere illusion as many a harpy presents us
She fills my arms with out pushing or clinging
Stops only in passing as she spreads her warmth
A blazing nova of inspiration and kindness fused
A gentle Rain of perfect, engulfing pleasure
Gone too swiftly for my taste but her scent lingers
Teasing the senses and mind with promised return
So away my youthful Sprite of the Forest and Glen
I'll see you in September an ever in returning dreams