It’s raining again
not summer rain but that
heavy downpour that slug’s love.
It seeps through my skin
waterlogs my heart with
images of you.
How we might still be
walking through a summer field
kissing under cedar tree.
It’s raining again
with the raw bravado
of a summer storm
lightning lighting up my skin
setting pulse aflame
with the sizzle
of possible incineration.
Victoria Mosley 
Slugs love…great pairing of words.
Beautiful words woven with the depths of heart,Congrats