POURING RAIN

© RYAN GUILEY

She speaks so soft and proud,

I can feel her heartbeat so loud,

Just want her to stop talking,

So I can kiss her with a locking.

It’s pouring rain as she shivers,

Handing my jacket, as I’m a giver,

Her white top is now see through,

As my eyes are fixed on her like glue.

Her hair is darken by the wetness,

She looks so fabulous in her dress,

Rushing back to the car to stay dry,

Grabbing her hand without a try.

Mascara running down her eyes,

Still so pretty, as she doesn’t realize,

Now if I could just find the car keys,

Shivering now, what I liked the least.

We are drenched, as she leans my way,

As it was a summer night in May,

My arms wrapped around her waist,

Time stood still, as that was the place.

Where we kiss so long and forever,

In in the bitter soaking weather,

Touching her face with my hand,

Needing a towel to wipe off the sand.

Now in the front seats of the car,

Going back home which was far,

I held on her hand as she shifted,

Never letting go as she is so gifted.

Dropping me off, the rain drizzle,

As that night will never will fizzle,

A goodnight kiss was so right,

As it was a spectacular rainy night.