The wind came softly calling at the window pane,
A gentle warning of the clouds coming with the rain,
Across the sky they hurry to hide that golden sun,
Then loose the shining raindrops falling one by one,
Shopping done she hurries home to beat the coming storm,
And on the steps there waiting is his stoic quiet form,
His longish hair blows in the breeze a smile plays at his lips,
And she watches in small dismay as from his shoes he slips,
He walks calmly to her door and throws it open wide,
Lifts her from her place and stands her gently at his side,
He bends and takes her shoes as she does protest,
But he only smiles then holds her tightly to his chest,
He takes her hand within his own to lead her down the walk,
And even tugs her still along as she tries to quietly balk,
They walk into the coming wind that dances in the trees,
Then watch those first small raindrops touch against the leaves,
She feels the coolness on her face of those first raindrops,
And a memory touches at her heart that makes her suddenly stop,
He turns to face her slowly and she sees it in his eyes,
As that fleeting flash of lightning against the darkened skies,
She puts her arms around him and they walk within the rain,
They dance through puddles laughing as children once again,
He holds her to him softly and whispers gently at her ear,
Do you know how much I love you and why I brought you here,
She looks deep into his eyes and nods with a tender smile,
So that we could find the memories we had forgotten for a while,
She takes his weathered hand in hers then gives to him a kiss,
And wonders how he always knows what her heart does miss,
She leads him back the way they came through the falling rain,
As other scenes and memories in her heart are seen again,
They stand quiet on the porch and he brushes at her hair,
Wraps sheltering arms around her with gentle loving care,
He lifts her in those loving arms and carries her soaking form,
Then with touch and tender kiss builds within her his own storm,
As the raindrops kiss the window pane and touch the earth outside,
She tosses on her own storm's waves and passion's wind swept tides.
