The woman of the rain and her lover (the painting forgotten in a rainstorm)
The world melts as watercolour dribbles from a canvas left alone and abandoned in the rain.
An old church fades into grey
Followed by a lamp post and two figures.
The woman of the rain has forgotten melodies pouring into her ears
Rainwater dripping from her lashes— she turns to leave
Sinking to the bottom of the canvas in the dirt.
Her lover reaches for her arm to pull her closer.
He cups her face in his palm
and knocks out a headphone, the melody spilling into a puddle by their feet
before trickling off the bottom of the canvas.
A downpour streams into her eyes and drips onto her lips
(Smudging her lipgloss that makes her lips tingle)
He pulls her closer, kissing her, drinking the sky.
She tastes of rainwater as lipgloss spills onto his tongue.
He pulls her forever closer and intoxicates himself on the rain.
Head tilted back, she laughs out loud.
The heavens break and fills her mouth with rain
While he licks the waterfall cascading down her throat.
He commits her dewy skin laced with perfume to memory
Carves the scent into his brain
Lets it take root in his veins.
The rain slows and the clouds part.
The sun casts its spotlight onto the woman of the rain and her lover,
While they are left to rot in the storm.
They ooze off the bottom of the painting.
As they join the church, lamp post, and long forgotten melodies, they cease to exist.
The raindrops in their hair evaporating into mist.
