The soft patter of rain as it starts to fall upon the world,
the quiet nights moon glowing softly on a cloudy white roof.
Two lone souls sitting soaked,smiling, fingertips touching lightly,
breath fogging gently, flowing whisps of delicate slow patterns.
A tempered wind flows through her hair, tickling his face, she smiles,
He turns to her, words lost in a sea of quivering unknown.
The moment sits, their eyes glancing, both knowing, neither daring,
Time seems eternal and instant here, expecting and waiting.
The heavens light and she jumps, her hand finds his and he holds tight,
hearts quicken alike, both watch silent rain trail down soft faces.
She feels warmth from him, he can feel her racing pulse through his hand,
a cool breeze passes them, she shivers and he pulls her closer.
His hand brushes across her face, she feels the quivering touch,
both look wordlessly at each other, words are futile when here.
He looks away, uncertain, but draws back to her, eyes searching,
she smiles faintly, her breath catching as he draws her face to his.
The moment is clear and crystaline, the caress feels like life,
the slow but ever flow of eternity is theirs alone.
They know only each other and that is all that they wish for.
Two bound souls sit soaked smiling, as the rain continues to pour.