The night we stuck our heads beyond 

The safety of the roof awning

And let the cool drizzle of the surprise

8pm mist create dewdrops in our hair

I felt baptized for the second time 

here in February

 

Gone was the fear of getting sick

And worrying about the tomorrows

I embraced the dazzling kisses one 

After the other. Accepting each beautiful one

Reminding me of childhood,

Soaking myself to the bone, 

leaping through streams 

Of the International Fountain 

in Seattle

 

You encouraged me to follow your lead

And in all my controlling nature

Always the hurricane never 

The gift and blessing of sweet

Soft powdery rain

For once I’m not looking over my shoulder

Nor am I looking above

I simply am looking at you