Her Skin Orchestrated By Raindrops

Glorious sight, my soul's seen.

Raindrops drum a bebop beat,

her gaze captures my upbeat,

a melody sharp, serene.

Glorious sight, my soul's seen.

Violin strings trace her form,

curves where water carves and warms,

a rhythm fierce, yet pristine.

Glorious sight, my soul's seen.

Her damp dress clings, whispers low,

silken notes the rain disclose,

each chord awakens a dream.

Glorious sight, my soul's seen.

Lightning strikes, my heart takes flight,

her song drowns the storm’s delight,

my forte rises to come clean

Glorious sight, my soul's seen.