Rainstorm Romance – Mark Tulin


It was a rainstorm infatuation.

The clouds romantically dimmed the skies.

She looked perfect under the veiled night,

deep brown skin, hair dripping of rainwater,

eyes as big as saucers.

A rainstorm of happenstance

that we’ll never regret,

even when we’re happily married

to someone else.

Originally published at The Poetry Bar.

read more from Mark at ‘Crow on the Wire’ here: https://crowonthewire.com/

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