Where We Smell The Rain (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Where we smell the rain that falls in October
it's grey outside and lightning falls blue-white,
you are astonished with the many flowers in the garden,
where you sit with a leg on the couch over mine.
The room is newly painted out blue-grey,
the leather benches are firm and do still smell of leather,
I am astonished with the Pierneef painting,
your lips are hot and soft under mine.
The television on the wall plays its own movie
of a hero and heroine finding each other again
but for us that moment do carry no meaning
and outside a strong wind blows and the window rattle
where I look upon you as the most pretty of all women
while you do kiss me intimately and hold me in an embrace.