I Heard the Rain

By M.P. Strayer

Copyright ©2025

I heard the rain at play in the lavender under the window

and you wept soft tears against my neck

I heard the rain dance flowers in the dark

and you opened petals of your love across my flesh

and I remember how you sighed in my ear

as the storm rushed over us

and your hands made lightning beneath the bedsheets

and you soared up with a cry toward the ceiling

spread and crashed through the night on crests of thunder

spread and crashed and all was wet and wet and holy water

everywhere

About M.P. Straye:

Author Bio: M.P. Strayer's work has appeared in numerous publications, most recently The Loch Raven Review, Dark Horses: the Magazine of Weird Fiction, and Aethlon: the Journal of Sports Literature. He resides in Corvallis, Oregon. Additional writing can be found at mpstrayer.substack.com.