rain

How could one not want to in the rain take a walk

The fresh air

the rain wet

The rain wet....? you ask. That does not make sense. Of course it does.

Have you  ever felt that no matter the size of the umbrella, somehow, one cannot get away from being real soaked.

 

But, now the pleasure, the joy of peeling off a garment soaked, a warm bath run by a lover waiting, the first dip of ones toes in the welcoming heat. And as the body does beneath the waters slide, a sigh of content

 ….would one be selfish in not allowing another to join, in the waters luxuriously bubble bathed

Or

Does one allow another to slip in and disappear beneath the bubbles rich…. RB.