Rain, do you know?

Do you know

That you create

Magic

With her?

She dances,

Sings

And the musky 

Aroma

You leave 

Behind

On her bosom

Is a heady

Concoction

Of your

Endearment

Of a lost

Love

Reunited.

Rain,

Do you remember?

Of the 

War-dance 

Of the 

Yester-years?

With her?