8 Portraits, #5

A certain rainy summer afternoon.

She knows the rain is coming
And it’s making her feel bad;
But seeing her in that outfit is
About to drive me mad

As she looks out the window
It just feeds my appetite;
And as I move to touch her
And I can tell that I’ve done right

Because we fall together,
And in a sort of haze
We make amazing night out of
The boringest of days

And many hours later,
With takeout at the door,
I dress to answer, seeing those
Black shorts upon the floor

And look at her in wonder,
As pretty as a painting,
And thankful that this afternoon
It happens to be
Raining

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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