It was a rainstorm infatuation.
The clouds romantically dimmed the skies.
She looked perfect under the veiled night,
deep brown skin, hair dripping of rainwater,
eyes as big as saucers.
A rainstorm of happenstance
that we’ll never regret,
even when we’re happily married
to someone else.
Originally published at The Poetry Bar.
Crow On The Wire 
Nice! “A rainstorm of happenstance” that’s an excellent coinage.
Thanks Robert.
🙂 awesome!
thank you, wendi
I sooo Loved this, Mark!! Especially the ending lines – “A rainstorm of happenstance
that we’ll never regret,
even when we’re happily married
to someone else.” Bellissimo, My Friend!!!
Thank you very much, Chuck.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Thanks again, Chuck. 🙂
Nice!
Thanks, I C
🙂
May I post this on a poetry site of mine? Full credit given of course. 😉
Absolutely, Grumpy. I hope you’re doing well, by the way. 🙂
Simple and lyrical. I like it, Mark!
Thanks, Theresa.