Lindi-Ann Hewitt-Coleman

i breathe into this rain
that demands to be danced.
rain that aches for the taste of my skin
arms outstretched
as much as my skin leaf-aches
to be touched –
to speak all the names of rain
light fingered on chest
and shoulders and face.
i follow my feet
toe soft and wet leaf adorned
heart stretched and thrumming
like a roof in the rain
pause to see tight bud march lilies
lift their snake head stems
in soft soil
long waiting
for rain.