You are a thunderstorm of passion the sky falters with heat until she must fracture and downpour. I am waiting for my affections to unfasten - for my summer to be drenched. It seems I'm always waiting for another sweltering day, another aching inch. Looking for value although I am not poor. Missing rain outside my front door and yet I've always been alone in this sea of sheets gazing, yearningly, at the flooding streets.