Can you see?
How
The rain imitates you.
Forces me to hold my breath
and anticipate this touch.
I am akin to
wild things
like rain on a hot summer day.
I can stand in the balcony for hours
Let the rain wet my hair
and slide down slowly
through my loosely hanging shirt.
Like your hands tracing their way
on my skin.
Rain feels familiar today.
As if I could collect you. All of you
in my palm.
Look above.
Even the clouds are jealous.