Rainstorm Romance, a poem by Mark Tulin

Crow On The Wire

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.

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