Rain

Slender summer showers     Like lace on skin blossom in secret, immense whispers which build and swell     and slice into storms  of thunder and wonder,  of lightning licking like tongues, tendrils searching,   seeking shelter     like lovers, laughing  after standing  soaked and stranded in a summer evening storm. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this poem at some point in the year 2000. As far as I can remember, it's my most recent attempt at poetry, which I lost my taste for as a creative writing undergrad. It's not out of the question that I may get back into it on a (very) limited basis. Also, it's coming to seem that "Fiction Blog" is a misnomer, given the myriad items making their way on here. I'll have to give some though to changing it.