Woman like Rain

The Evening Is a dream

Of maples and pretty stars

Luminous moon

All of her Is the Love of you

All of your fine wine love 

Is the Sweet Exotic beauty of her

It Is Spring

and her bohemian rose sway

needs no fur

Only the Moonlight

Sunflowers and Rain

With Loves champagne caress

She has gone waltzing

With Nostalgia

Surreal

As Salsa ballerinas and waves

Upon the golden heavenly shores

And Even when its not raining

It seems to be raining

For She is a Woman like the Rain

For the Irises

Roses

and Sunflowers of Our love

WithIn

She Is always moonlight

honey and Midnight rain

And that is why you love her so

When the compassions

of her exotic beauty is all aglow

And

With rare honey flows

Reynaldo Casison