In the Rain

That I am standing in it and each drop on my skin
The way it touches me awake, into the night
The rain, in the night, acts like a midwife
The rain, in the night, lets out a cry
It says, «Good morning, human
With each drop on your skin, unexpectedly
The flood and you are tied»
The water pouring through the world
Revealing sogginess, and mold, and mountain ice
Bad traffic in grey rain
My wild mansion brain
All being kissed awake
Allowed no place to hide from the roaring flood
The surge of food and beverage (through me)
Trying to lie down in the ditch and spend the night
The feeling on your face
Just before the dawn, the rain
And then the dawn, and then going into life