Aftermath

So cool... so soft... so sweet...

I walk into the rain soaked street
The air, for the first time this season
Following the rainstorm,

So cool... so soft... so sweet...

The crazy water laps her feet
We talk, for the first time and reason
Following the rainstorm,

So cool, so soft, so sweet....

A respite from relentless heat
Her voice, for the first time easin'
Following the rainstorm,

So cool... so soft... so sweet...

Where else might Sun and rain and sand
Describe a more forbidden land
Than that which calls from yearning breast
More empty than the bitterness
Of lonely passage, called to task
While love would only ever ask
Be here, my love, in Now we meet

So cool... so soft... so sweet...