Rain

Rain is His Love; over us, it doth pour,
What drips from thy locks on a once fair night’s walk,
Shines on thy face by the light of the door,
And flusters my fingers that loosen thy smock.

Love is the rain that ye shower on me,
And warmed with gold flames that dance in thy heart,
And, too, by this fire, I’ve made just for thee,
Within this embrace, our love never parts.

Oh, while His Garden is watered, we burn,
By candlelit lodge in this hidden wood,
Lightning… and then... a euphoric return,
To that wondrous glow our souls understood.

My dear, this rainbow that doth surround thee,
Makes ye an angel so precious to me.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie