The Rains Came

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The rains came
without warning the
skies darkened and the
air hung fresh as she caught
droplets of cool rain in her mouth
letting them slip between her
flush pink lips tasting them
against her tongue
as they nestled
between the strands
of her untamed hair racing
down her face, sliding down her
neck, teasingly wandering into the
curves of her chest. Searing skin
tingling at the new sensation
of cold beads, erecting need
and heaving sighs
of relief.

Karen Hayward ©2018 Image and words

Rain drops washing away our cares

We laughed from deep within our souls,
Rain falling soaking our clothes,
Splashing in puddles a raucous of sound
and right there in that moment,
we were finally found.
Big dollops of water dripping off noses,
flooding the drains and drowning the roses.
Rivers of water racing down hill
Just watching its power offers a thrill.
Exchanging lame jokes about getting us wet,
and the car that whizzed past us… Yeah we lost that bet!
Soaked to our skin, we look like drowned rats,
No coats, no jumpers and no rain hats,
Just us, our souls and our soaking wet clothes
and a moment in time, when our energy flows.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Luscious puddles.

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A timeless crackle of air
the heavy draw of rain,
pitter pattering life’s
concert, a symphony
played before a lit up
arena, the skies roar
their encouragement.
Waves of water
cascading
into luscious
green grass.

I walk for a moment bare foot
feel the rain on my skin
and the thunder in my soul.

Karen Hayward (C)2017
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From here I see the
night skies,
Deep blue with
muted clouds
speckled sparingly.
I feel the twilight
breeze, it’s scent
soft and welcoming,
Like an ancient
whisper calling
me home.
Warm lavender
caresses me
calming my mind
the damp promise
of rain kisses
my lips.
There is no moon
and the stars
hide behind a
blanket of
darkness.
But there is you
and the soft hum
of sleep as
exhaustion wins.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
Image and words