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RAIN LOVERSHolding your face,I study your dark hair And eyes in fascination, Lacking the eloquence To say what I feel. Clothes, scattered on the ground, Standing naked in the soft rain, Background sheets of lightning, Illuminating our passion, Distant thunderings, We whisper, oblivious To anything but each other. © Rickey Pittman, 2000. Photograph © Tim Phillips, 1999. |
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