Rain, on becoming
Waking up, feeling stiff.
The bulge under my right eye.
The sound of rain from the sky.
Standing up;
The dull pain in the arch of my left foot.
Reminds me to be me.
Looking out the window;
Rain pounding the driveway.
Franklin ready to go;
I fought you as long as I could.
As hard as I could.
And you fell on me.
Walking with my head down;
The horizon barely visible.
Drenched.
I missed the other dogs.
And the beauty of the trees.
Then I found you;
The cold became warm.
The heaviness a light mist.
Not just a tickle on my cheeks.
You spoke to me;
The art of creation.
The individuality in the mass.
All from one.
And yet distinct.
For I could never know every drop.
Unless it was always me.
Photo by Saad Chaudhry on Unsplash.