The Rain

The rain
reminded me of
your kisses,
liquid and beating down
in the rush of
a thunder-clapped drum solo,
or heated; a flash - and gone
before I could catch my breath.


They rushed over the banks of my mouth,
eroding the sandstone of my heart,
until…I was desert again,
aching for a single drop.

The rain
still reminds me of
your kisses.

I wish it would rain.