Falling from the Sky

I like the rain

because the rain

can understand me,

we talk the same language

and we both have an affinity

with ellipses.

The rain

won’t let you down,

it’ll sign its name

across the atmosphere

like a skywriter signing,

“Will you marry me?”

I like the way

rain will fall

when life is just beginning,

and it’ll start and stop

but still shower

when we turn the lights off

and set our alarm clocks.

It’s like the kiss of life

when a new world rises

lit up by a hundred suns,

as long as the conditions are right

for sustaining life

and oh my friend

the rain will hold me

when I fall over.

And I don’t even mind

if my clothes won’t dry

or if my pen won’t write

beneath the cold sunlight,

I’ve got lines in my head

I won’t repeat again.

I never wished

the rain away

in the first place.