I like the rain, because

It is a symphony when it falls
Sharing sympathy with the dry of the earth
All of me is quiet and I imagine, the
Grass in my backyard as a dewy dark green
Waving as the water hits each blade

I forget about the man who is
Sitting on a couch in the next room,
In a dark room, illuminated
By a flashing tv screen

Not all mothers make potato salad
Or drink lattes with soy milk and sugar-free syrup

Some even buy their potato salad from
The store

we all want to be able to open
Ourselves for someone freely

The sound of love kissing is
The spatting
Of rainfall in the backyard,
Hitting the blades
The water penetrates the grass
And the soil is connected to the sky
There is a heart beat in the tiny roots
Like when two people attend
The last movie showing on a cold
Saturday night, and you
are one of them, and you wrap yourself
Into the other person
Now he snores, competing
With the commercials late night
Television brings to his slumber,
I come back to my room


When the rain stops
Your eyes meet forever

The kind of kisses that uncover secrets

Are the kinds of water that fall on the grass

In your backyard