July rain

It’s raining againnot summer rain but thatheavy downpour that slug’s love.It seeps through my skinwaterlogs my heart withimages of you.How we might still bewalking through a summer fieldkissing under cedar tree.It’s raining againwith the raw bravadoof a summer stormlightning lighting up my skinsetting pulse aflamewith the sizzleof possible incineration.