My Rain

You are more than life.

You are the cooling rain

Outside my open window.

I boil when walls emerge

But there you are;

Knocking them down,

Reminding me that I am


You are the breath I take

For granted—unconditional;

Filling my lungs,

Releasing my tears,

Steadying me into a stream

Of a much-needed blank slate.

No flurries of inadequacy

May stick,

When you are my rain.