We slipped from the house into night,
Barefoot through puddles, hidden from sight,
And whether to me or the rain on your skin,
You whispered so softly: “I love you…” within.
And it carved itself deep in my heart,
How the water ran wild down the dark-breathing street,
How the downpour kept whipping our faces apart,
How the wind tore your dress in a rough, restless beat.
Oh, how I longed to side with the breeze,
As night played our go-between under the trees,
We let every last trace of our shame fall away,
While the sky sobbed above in its furious grey.
Yet when morning returns,
We are barefoot in puddles again as it burns,
Locked in a kiss, then we wash the night down with dry wine,
Wash the night down with dry wine…
Rainy Love
© Copyright: Виталий Шматалюк, 2026
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