Between The Raindrops

Dancing between the raindrops

Before the first full moon in May

As if stepping out a painting

On the ground in a special way,

Waving fresh picked flowers

In time to her gentle sway

This lady was laughing softly

In her sensuous bit of play,

Stopping when she first saw me

Just long enough to say

My man let go of yourself

Come come enjoy the day.

Stephen Nesbitt ©