Their eyes met in the dim light
spirited away in conversation
scent of the sandalwood candle burning
both smile through its flickering light

She watches as his lips move
and her mind wanders to the sound of rain
tink… plunk… pitter patter… plunk plunk
it’s rhythm becoming stronger and faster

In the distance, through the rain-streaked window,
a single street lamp dimly shines through the rain
someone opens the door and a rush of cold air
sends chills down their body with a whoosh

The smell of the fresh rain fills the room
surrounding tables are now empty
waiters cleaning floors and tabletops briskly
glancing ever so often at the two who remain

She closes her eyes smelling the rain
the sound rhythmically singing to her soul
she opens her eyes and sees the curtain billow
a flash of lightening lights up the room

Settling deep into the warmth of her bed
she turns to watch his chest rise and fall
as she pulls the sheet up over his lengthy body
she brushes a wisp of hair from his forehead…

Carolee Dennis-Woosley
April 18, 2013