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.

About This Poem

I was in a hotel lobby in Chicago waiting on a client when a beautiful woman walked through the door.  She got caught in the rain and was soaked from head to toe.  She had on a sheer white blouse and with the rain, left nothing to the imagination.  Her body looked like a violin so I felt that the ballata poetic form best described what I saw and experienced.  I won’t describe her further, I will let you visualize her in your mind.