Something about the rain…

there’s something about the rain…
it’s indiscriminate fall,
the way it tickles parched earth
with its dewy moisture,
satiating thirsty ground to spring forth life
we were hopeful then….

there’s something about the rain…
the air ripe with the pleasant
dewy, petrichor of the afternoon.
i taste your tongue while
the heaven’s tears fall on our bodies
we were new then…

there’s something about the rain…
it falls so softly upon fresh grass,
your face tilted to the sky as we fuck
against your old car rain drenching
your shirt covered back as you press into me
we were in love then…

there’s something about the rain…
the way it dampened my t-shirt,
you watched me dance in white fabric turning translucent,
peaks of pink pushing against the cotton,
droplets exposing hidden treasures
we were fun then…

there’s something about the rain…
the way we used to dance in fields
with no care as the heavens fell upon
our warm, tanned bodies while you kissed me
fiercely, taking my mouth in burning possession
we were carefree then…

there’s something about the rain…
as it kissed the earth from stormy skies
how its friend thunder, chased lightening
and its showers formed puddles
deep and muddy enough to drown
we were complicated then…

there’s something about the rain…
and how it drizzled miserably
as you bid me your final goodbye,
the heavens mourned you
while my heart shattered into shards
we were over then….

Poetry by Tabitha Lean
Photography by Mitch Ingham