I have a thing for rain

There’s something cool about the rain

And the way it makes you covered

One part feeling, one part human, one part

Sky that’s birthed from thunder.

There’s something cool about the fact

That something comes from nothing

That you can touch space and sing in space

And come out of space just dancing.

There’s something that I like

About the way the world cries with us

The way it spits in condemnation,

The way it baptizes and gifts us.

There’s something far too strong

About the way our palms all open

How our fingers spread, our scars lie waiting

For lines smoothed by erosion.

There’s some magic that surpasses

Every parlor trick and hatter

In the way rain touches writers

And makes prose a weather pattern.