out of all the things, my favorite is the rain.

how it washes people clean and feels like summer.
gulps people up and makes them shiny.
drenches their sweaters and exposes their stench.

there is no hiding in the rain.
no escaping it or getting to the other side

sometimes, when it’s Magic, there is sun in the rain.
there is always sun, i think, in the rain.
i have a hunch about people.
the ones who run from the rain and
the ones who laugh inside of it— lick their fingers to see if its turned to acid
turns out both can be baptized.

and there’s a reason why people love to kiss in the rain
because it makes everything so clear

there’s no pretending in the rain.
no out running or over shadowing.
just one million quiet moments in the rain.
just the breathing and the back and forth.
the raindrops drilling holes into the backside of an old AC.
the thunder screaming.
the lightning doing what it does.

i keep those moments close to me.
for the sunny days when there are no clouds in the sky.
this way they taste sweeter.
more manageable.
like I’m doing something right.

and the rain clouds?
they remind me of you.
or maybe of me.

how we suck up all this energy until we have to spit it out.
how it all has to go somewhere.
and how it always does.