Namesake

I was conceived

in a primal shiver of sin -

a six minute

slow dance in the rain.

It began with a ripple

that splashed on skin,

the sweet smell of rain

bringing love into bloom,

stroking dripping hair

as expectant clouds pattered

on battered sidewalks.

Thunder ravaged the lovers

and accompanied their cries,

storm’s drumbeat of lust,

lightning flames igniting heat,

taste buds unlocking to taste

every trickle of moisture.

Rain so deep

it cut into their souls,

seductive teasing

of cloud sheets in

passionate refrain.

Water wept into joy

as they sailed

upon rivers of passion

as cloud tents

leaked rain.

Crescendo of fervor

grew louder and louder

as deluge increased

from cloudburst floods

to overflowing dams of

lingering earthy smell

of rain and sensuality.

As I kiss the rain

for ushering in

my conception,

I thank the rain

for my name,

because my name

is Rain.