Dripping Eaves,Dripping Leaves

The rain beats down like a hundred hooves
On rows and rows of shingled roofs
As the grey canopy of swirling clouds
Drapes the world in melancholy's shroud

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The drumroll on the roof is steady
The rising scent is a heady
Mix of smells that tell the story
Of Nature in her carnal glory

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The peacock's orgasmic mating cry
Syncopated with the moaning sky
Pulsates through the living grey
As they await the close of day

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

Onset of the stormy night
Flashes of ecstatic light
Lay bare the skin and lust
Of bodies made from Natures dust

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

Throbbing pace reaches its peak
The strongest wills turned weak
And they lie entwined beneath covers
Two consummated lovers

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The rain beats on
Subsiding just ere dawn
Sunshine trickles in
Oblivious to their sin

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The rain first waters the virgin bud
Then leaves a dangerous flood
Of remorse for an illegitimate bed
Shared before the twain were wed

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves