Summer Rain

She is the summer rain.

Unexpected but wonderful,

the unlooked for rain.

She is the warm water,

splashing against hot skin.
Cool enough to take the pain,

yet leave the heat.

There had always been distant clouds,

but I had clung to the burning bare earth.
To wither to ashes,

so we would never be apart,

the burning bare earth and I.

But I felt your touch as you poured,

and I feel you now as you drench me.

I drown in you,

I breathe your warmth.