Oh I praise you Rain!
I praise that dense, thick, impenetrable blanket
that soaks in an instant, making layers of clothes
seem like nothing more than a second skin, outlining
curves and suck to my wandering, lustful eye.
But what of the mist?
Oh I praise you as well!
That light and airy curtain that lends itself
to dancing and frolicking; to holding and bodily closeness.
Nothing is more beautiful than a body swaying
and rocking to the pounding drum beat of the rain.
Oh I praise you most of all!