Rain
I love the way the rain slaps the windows.
Begging my soul to dance in my body.
Putting my mind through endless therapy.
Wrapping me in blankets of love.
Unblocking my pen and my brain
so that I may create.
The rain bathes me in coziness.
The rain reminds me to love.
The rain reminds me to forgive.
The rain nurturers me with my mothers magic.
The rain brags until I listen.
Everyone hears crying
but I hear laughing
I hear baby snores and slumbering shores
kissing the sand again and again
When it is raining
I feel safe
No one can hide from the rain
Even my enemies cannot walk outside
without a trickle dancing on them
No one is immortal when it comes to rain
I love the rain because
it is poetry
it is honey bees buzzing
it is strutting effortlessly
with coconut silk
stitched into its loving tilt
Rain is everything I want to be
calm. Venus. Grace, taking up space.