Rhythm

This was from a picture prompt contest on AP I'm not sure what genre it belongs in.

A warm spring rain falls softly in the courtyard,
you hear a Latin beat as you quickly move forward
Drenched from head to toe you step into the Tavern
Sidle up to the bar and order something to calm you.

The rhythm from the maracas, tambourine, and guitars
invades your soul, taking you on a fantastic journey.
You watch the senoritas and the senors as they tango,
your foot tapping to the sensuous beat the rhythm of love.

Soon you are swept up into the dance, life is good.
Laughter and love fills you, as the drinks continue to flow.
Soon the rhythm reaches a crescendo and now no longer drenched
you down the last drop of tequila, adjust your hat and return to the world. 

Reviews

[Daytonight]

I love the vision you portray in this poem. It sweeps you up and draws you in. You can almost hear the beat of the rhythm as well as feel it. Keep on penning.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The rhythm from the maracas, tambourine, and guitars invades your soul......a lovely inviting adventure you have penned well.