Finally, it’s raining.
I took a walk in the rain.
Rain slicked pavement glistens
beneath the yellow street lamps.

Like a leaf that sprouts,
from the pregnant new branch,
all of my senses are awakened.

I can hear
what it is whispering,
feel the gentle caresses.
How cool and exhilarating!

Night has fallen,
but it isn’t dark.
Not to me,
not for me.

This is one cool cat, I think.  But his friends may not feel the same.

Here's another favorite of mine, Sara Teasdale.  I used to be able to recite many of her poems, word for word... aye, those were the days.

Let's see... he is definitely not a creep; he is very handsome in my eyes (however, did I mention that I am terribly nearsighted?); not too smart (doesn't know when to stop talking); strong enough (can open jars).  Oh, he knows when he is wrong (admits often enough); thinks before speak? (see above).  Pulls out my chair and opens doors only if my arms are broken... ; he will make love to my mind (but he has difficulty in locating where my mind is); make love until my body's... wha..what?  I don't think she means itchin' really, does she?  I don't know about sandwich, but he brings me everything I need... err, sometimes what I don't need.

Wait wait... there are lots of other things that aren't listed.  Oh well, I couldn't wait any longer... so I stopped praying, and he's what I got.

Anyway, he thinks I am the best thing that's ever happened to him.  That's pretty good, don't you think?