Rain

She stands alone in the forest glade frozen like a deer upon hearing the 
hunter
The afternoon sun has fled behind dense dark clouds looming off the horizon
Mist begins to form as if called in response to her very presence and need
Beads of moisture forms on her soft skin beading into small droplets 
So much like a rose with the dew formed in the early morning coolness she 
waits
She stands there with her hands raised to the opening sky much like a 
high priestess would to her goddess, relishing the perfect moment
Her chest swells in breath sending out a puff of steam like an excited dragon
The droplets form even larger gathering together to flow down like an army
flowing over a hillside and like an army leaving the land untouched by the 
fray 
Her hair darkens with moisture, she gathers her hair pulling her fingers 
through it
sending even more tiny rivers of water down her splendid form 
She glistens in the diffused light that this light shower allows to seep from 
the sky
Lightning slashes the sylent chaos of the afternoon catching the gleam of 
pleasure 
in her eyes, her tongue licks the moisture from her pouting lips further 
enjoying the moment that this electric moment has brought to her life
Drops of glistening rain runs down the nape of her neck, past her lovely 
throat ,down her supple shoulders, over her chest ever speeding to their end 
Soaked to the bone she shines like an angel of the sea in all her glory
Puddles of warm water flow around her seeping into the fine clover filled 
grass 
Taking deep breaths of the rain soaked air she smiles a knowing smile
For the rain brings out a side of her that few ever see, a beautiful 
acceptance of 
nature and it's fury and it's far gentler side for which even fewer know of
For rain is a thing of worship for her and a true moment of beauty to behold

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Stormfront

Ocean breeze rolls in with the morning
You can feel the thick wetness of the wind
Warm and humid to the skin, cool from the night
Up since the sunset walking the quiet beach
Guided by the moonlight now faded to day
Deep red clouds fence in the rising sun's light
An old sailor's tale foretelling a brewing storm
Warm wind strengthens, pushing us together
Mere playthings in Nature's changing plans
Large sloppy drops of salty rain pelts us
Soaking thin out light summer coverings
Now even more aware of our closeness
Torn between shelter or dancing in the rain
We continue to clasp hands and enjoy the rain
Watching Nature's cleansing of the white sands
Flushing the debris to the depths of the Ocean
Making new the now rain soaked shore seen

~Fred Fairchild~