the last fall of rain
did little to put out
a fire burning
in the marrow of my bones
smoke enough to choke
and a rough slurry of ashes
were all that cleansing
could effect
the heavens will have to spare
more water than there is
in all seven seas
to drown me
Words and Feathers 
I love the fire and the rain of your poem. Excellent writing. ❤
Thank you 😉