The rain tastes like wine
After so long without,
The bitter sip
At the tip of my tongue,
Less bitter
The more I lick
Until it all turns sweet,
I am a honey bee
Sipping from moist pedals
Or humming bird
With extended beak
To reach deep
Where the sweetest
Nectar lurks,
Wings flapping so fast
Even the rain
Can’t weigh me down
Yet satisfy what I ache for most
Lust for wine
Leaving me thirsty
For wine I can get
No place else
But here.
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