George's Writing
A Kiss in the Rain
I hear the pouring rain
That socks the world outside.
The small drum beats on the roof top
Seem to come alive.
I go back in time
To that dark midnight.
I heard the age old rain then too.
And it was then I kissed you.
Arms wrapped tight, are lips fused,
Rain wetting us head to toe.
Pulling us closer together for warmth.
So as I listen�
I feel you holding me,
Kissing me.
I long for your touch and the cold rain on my face.
To know that it will be more than just memory
That you will kiss me once again�
In the rain.
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