You are the rain my dry skin pores long for. All you covering my

Sahara. All its trillions grains of sand. And when the dust wind

intervenes in a rage of jealousy, your sweet love drops save me from

its fury. And then your rain subsides…becoming a gentle drizzle.

Keeping me company through the night.

Watching the moon smile waiting for the sun to shine.

My dear love.

EO