They tell me I wouldn’t like
the rain if I lived it, in a place
where it doesn’t stop for days.
They tell me I don’t understand
because I am native to sun. It’s
not me that doesn’t understand.
There is a voice inside that
sings and sighs when rain
Grey skies and pattering quiets
me, hushes the fuss, makes space
for me to listen.
I refuse umbrellas, let
water splash upon my
toes in sandaled feet.
I welcome the rain to touch
my skin, drench my hair,
clear away my sadness.
They don’t understand
rain like I do. Kiss me in
the rain, and I am yours.
Sounds like a plan! Next time it rains I need to join you!
Awww, Tom. You are always welcome. Join the party. ❤