we make love

it's raining out.

a hard rain, thunder.
swift wind.

streaks of lighting against
the far hills.

we make love
and the rain is part of it.

it's tender and sweet.
it's furious.

and when it ends,
we listen

to our hearts and to the rain
still

falling sweetly now
against

the window pane.

we fall asleep.

and when we awaken,

we'll do it again.