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running in the rain with ramona

naked and natural,
she runs through the rain
across an open field

I lumber along behind
until she stops
under a large cottonwod
to wait

I catch up,
out of breath
and stand beside her,
take in her dark hair,
pulled back to frame
her strong face
and ebony eyes,
beaded rain droplets,
on her cheeks
on her shoulders
on her breasts,
gleaming in the bright

what entrances me
beyond my better judgment,
what bedraggles me
only makes her shine

this is nuts,
I say

isn't it, she says
reaching down for me
with her wet hand,
kissing me
on the mouth