after countless weeks
rain finally came
enlivening the window
with shivering streams
that attracted tired eyes
from flickering screens
a stop earlier than intended
she stepped off the bus
bare-headed
rivulets formed on her brow
coursed down her face
ran down her neck
under her blouse
chilled her breast
she slowed her pace
faced the sky
ran her tongue tip
from lip to lip
at last, again
sweet rain on skin
~
n.b. Based on a rough draft of 22/05/2022.
CLP 03/07/2023
Journey of Words 