It’s raining today
I hear the taps against the window
I’m warm inside, it’s safe inside
I twist a strand of hair between my finger and my thumb
It wrings out sap, a golden dew
It tastes sweet like summer, new like spring
Outside the world is dark and damp
My hair is dry and I glow warm
I love the rain
I love looking at the rain, and hearing the rain
But I am scared of the drops against my skin
I drink water, I bathe in water, I need water to survive
But when it falls from the sky I am afraid
Where did it come from?
Who else reached towards the sky and caught a drink on their lips?
Who else cried with the rain and tainted its salinity?
Who else screamed over thunder only Zeus could hear?
How do I know it won’t tell my secrets?
My hair is wet
It drips with oil, black and thick
Bitter like winter, dead like fall
The storm is gone, but I’m still making rain
I’m striking out and catching fire
The storm is gone, but I turn to the sky and watch the clouds
I don’t want to need the rain
If I could grow on my own I would
Some people stand on the shoulders of giants
Some people make cities from their tears
Which am I?
I touch my hair– it turns to dust
There’s no summer fall spring winter or in between
I have nothing to give and nowhere to go
I don’t remember the rain, and it doesn’t remember me
Rain pours when there’s too much rain to handle
It falls when it falls apart
Let me drown in the puddles
Let me grow on my own
Before the world and all its raining stops.