the rain clothes me
saves me from tomorrow
rinses me from the sins of yesterday
keeps me cold in the tears of today

the rain pierces me
digs into my wounds
then leaves with the ghost of a typhoon
i regret calling it too soon

the rain sings to me
dances on the roof
from the windowsill it says to me,
“hello my old friend”

the rain wants me
to sleep in its embrace
but i don’t want to wake up
in a dry coffin