raining day jazz

Raining day jazz As the raindrops fall from the heavens and begin to run and Cascade themselves down her soft porcelain skin and how my eyes and soul are hypnotize by the very essence that was her creation I find my self looking deep in to her eyes and see the sweet fruit that is her womanhood and hearing the sounds of her passionate music that echoes across the landscape of my heart giving my Spirit the rhythm of Love so I can over come life's raining day