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
Occupied.
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.