valley

her pale skin stretched tight around her shoulder blades arching out
as she reached out her arms, raised them at her sides,
and gestured towards the sky

rain ran down her back.
trickled down the shallow crease of her spine like the soft finger-tip touches of a lover
idly tracing the contours of her form,

her body breathed,
and stood there looking.
watching
waiting
wanting
more.

the good green grass took in the welcome water,
the soft soil now saturated and wet
each emerald blade sipped its share of the sweet summer rain-drops
and let out a fragrant sigh
she touched her hair.

and tucked the sticky strands behind her ear
she smiled at the sounds of the falling moisture.
beads of cool passion tumbling
refreshing the air,
infusing it with life, and dynamic activity,
energy,
excitement,
motion,

she placed her bare foot upon the soaking earth
and stepped out into the center of the motion.
everywhere was the center of motion,
everywhere was the center of life.

the edges of her dark lashes
sprang up
with each droplet that fell upon them
and rolled down her face.

her upturned brow deflecting clean wet pearls
pounding gently against her pores.

and as she danced and swayed

the skin barrier of her lightly freckled breasts  
reflected nice cool rain-drops
that bounced off them
and rolled down her sides.

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much like the jangly bell-voiced singing of tambourines,
the slender tapping of rain against the dark green leaves
that rustled with the warm wind
drove her wild.