Stimulating my flesh—

clammy, washing away the vexation of life’s course—

you melt me.

I hear you knocking on my window, and on the back door.

Sorry, I left the screen door locked.

Your friend shakes the wind chime telling me to come out and play,

but I need to get my rubber boots first and a scarf.

I don’t want to catch a cold.

Only you can grasp my heart, more than any other element.

I open the door and immediately you kiss my face.

Of course, my cheeks begin to blush, and you can tell,

because you cleanse my face of artificial material.

You are what makes me happy.

I love you, rain.