The rain,
Was pouring,
Like the red wine,
She sipped,
Savoring it,
As the rain,
Drenched,
Her golden hair,

She began to weep,
Savoring the rain,

Her brunnette love,
Had just lit the candles,
Her lovers lovely face,
Aglow,
Like the evening moon,

And sensually,
licked the rain,
And tears,
From her brow and eyes,

In deep warm tender,
embrace,
With iris petals,
She swept her rose lips,
With a kiss to cherish,
the rain and her tears,
Honey,
The wine of their love
Reynaldo Casison