Ode to the Summer Rain

*this is a piece that I wrote for a creative writing class, modeled after Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind".

You fall when temperatures rise
Warm and wet, you are sex in disguise
Droplets covering exposed skin look like sweat
This is Summer romance, as good as it gets

Movies create cliches out of trying to capture your magic
It's tragic, but you... you are orgasmic
You turn the pretty into the erotic
You make the natural look exotic

Clear crystals shatter upon a vibrant face
Causing rainbows to appear all over the place
Droplets under brown eyes, look like tears
But all your fears are calmed when her smile appears

But this is now, and that was last year
This is now, and she's no longer here
Her hands are not around, no longer willing, to catch the rain
So Summer rain, now it's your turn to wash away the pain.