Exotic

in the middle of a storm
a single drop of rain
lingered on her forehead
then slowly trickled down her face
first past her eyes
then doing the best imitation of a tear
tantalizingly rolled down her cheek
resting for a moment and then moving on
first her neck where the race against time
and the battle against gravity were both
suspended for seconds which
while I watched seemed like eternity
before finding the final resting place
between her perfect breasts as they
invited me in and asked me to
become one with the rain