Won't You Come

Come on, will you.
I know you're up there.

I need the warmth in your wetness,
the coolness in your condensation.

Your hanging humidity
melts me into
liquid anticipation
for your sweet perspiration.

Come on, where are you?
Won't you come down?

I want to taste the pleasure
 

of your moisture
as it falls upon my face
like harmony in haste.

As it works its way down my neck,
leaving thin streams of relief
causing my thoughts to dissolve
from their solid form joining the flow
that is so much your way.

Oh aaah, where are you?

Come on,
rain!,
will you!