Lady Rainfall

Born of water,
flesh of fire.
Blood of earth,
breath of desire.
Ocean's daughter,
taken higher.
Above the mirth,
out of the mire.
Air of sweetness,
honey touch.
Burning plealess,
sultry clutch.
Soft caress,
flowing skin.
Sensual bliss,
from within.

This is the first of a series.  I get a lot of compliments on this series.

I still very much enjoy rain, but I used to have a sort of mental love affair with it.
Lady Rainfall is the personification of rain, to me.  A sort of comparison of water to a female.