SUNDAY RAIN.

A BOY AND GIRL IN LOVE IN 1962

That Sunday after church

after singing in the choir

after getting off the bus

 

and walking into

the small woods

behind your house

 

the skies opened

and rain fell

and you and she

 

ran for cover

beneath the trees

the raindrops slipping

 

through the leaves

and branches

and dropping

 

on your heads

and clothes

and she said

 

what will Mother say

this is my best dress

and she laughed

 

and you looked

at the beauty of her

and the freshness of rain

 

washing away

whatever sins

may have lurked

 

on her youthful flesh

and you kissed her lips

and she hugged you close

 

and the rain fell heavier

and you didn’t care

just standing there

 

hugging and kissing

the clothes becoming heavier

with wetness

 

and her dress

clinging to her

revealing her shape

 

and the outline

of her underclothes

and as you stood back

 

and gazed at her

and she at you

there was the distant sound

 

of thunder

and she looked up

and away and shivered

 

and said

let’s run let’s go

and what may have happened

 

if the thunder never sounded

and you hadn’t run

you’ll never know.

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Such a wonderful poem about young love and those feelings of want and awareness ... the ending so perfect.
I have always enjoyed your poetry.

Chloe