raindrops

-

she wishes she could

feel the raindrops

falling against

her alabaster skin

in the haunted darkness

of that very night

-

because—because

the raindrops sliding

down her dampened skin

reminds her of his hands;

cold to touch at first

but warm when it lingers

-

and the steady resonance of

rain against solid concrete

is the caress of his whispers;

always coarsely gentle—

but sometimes swelteringly cold

like an early morning drizzle

-

when the temperature drops

rain turns to pure white snow

falling upon exposed skin—

brushing against her lightly like

his lips upon her cheek; neck; shoulders;

as she shivers (against the frigid wind)

-

and when snow has been crushed

by the sadistic tires of cars;

it hardens to transparent ice—

like his glacial anger towards those

who endeavors to obliterate

their devoted H20 relationship

-

but more than ever—

she wants to see the rain;

to feel the rain upon her

if only to remind herself

of the presence she so misses

because he is no longer there

-

and she's standing outside

without a jacket; just pajamas—

wishing she could feel

the raindrops falling against

her alabaster skin in the haunted

darkness of that very night