Walking In The Rain With You Poem by RIC BASTASA

with you
walking in the rain
shall turn to singing
and dancing
and playing with the rain
we get wet
of course, and even off course,
we forget what home is
or what the sun is all about
drops of rain to our lips
like bunch of grapes
or strawberries,
we go jumping and hopping
and the shades under the trees
do not matter anymore

and then i ask, shall we go naked this time
under the rain?
you smile, for now, you are prepared
for freedom, for love, for truth,

for the coldness, and the birth of our spirit,
and the death
of our bodies, how sad, and oh, did i not tell you

that this is so beautiful to
think on a second

thought, hands clasped, then we part, and go our own ways,
the rain stopped, and we grope for deeper thoughts

to the sound of the rushing waters, where to?