thinking about the future, thinking about the rain

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                     the clouds filled with rain
they grew heavier and heavier
Darker and darker
Until finally
In the warm summer air
The clouds let go
And the rain came streaming down

Soaking through our clothes
And welding our shirts to our backs , ponds of air light, pooling against the wet grey the raindrops have crafted
Warm fingertips are grazing our temples

droplets of rain,pooling in our Cupid's bows
the wetness seeping between our lips
hot on our tongues
Wet fingers intertwined as we dance
In the slick grass
         in a field of our own making
The air is heavy with condensation
And the rain is warm, cradled by the early sky
Our hands are warm
As our palms press against each other
                     Trapping the raindrops in the lines      residing there
    
            our shoes lie discarded
Our socks stuffed in their toes
Our feet stumble over each other
As we spin together
Dance together
           In the wet summer sky

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