Some thoughts and images as a poem is being born:
The two spent the day wandering the forest.
Following old forgotten paths used for generations by creatures of all kinds, in time, the pair found themselves on a quiet sand beach.
Swimming in the cool water a warm summer rain began to fall.
With waves lapping at their feet the raindrops composed nature’s tanda on their bare skin.
Rivulets traced their embrace as they began to dance.