It's soft and slow, touches more places than most,
Drenches you to the bone.
Summer rain soaks my soul.
It's disney world in the middle of August when everything in the world was going wrong, except that moment, in the early evening, when the heavens opened and we were baptised again, that moment, when the only thing we cared about was looking into an open sky and bathing in all she gave us.
Electric blue storm warnings reflected in our eyes.
It's the cockroach under my flipflop in puddles ankle high, elegance with umbrellas is an unrivalled Asian art, perplexed in the western world. Its the rain dress, and her nickname, the white, sheer and pornographic cling to my hipbone, backbone, dripping down my spine.
Typhoon fueled trips for dim sum, salted, hungry eyes.
It's warm, its calculating and heavy like a power ballad coursing through my veins with memories of summers past, summer rain and I are lovers.
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