Rain

Landing like bullets 

on my hat, keeping me from floating;

seeps into my inner self,

seeing but not believing

It finds a spot on my skin

and moistens inner layers,

it chills my thoughts,

soaks my stanzas

I like the rain,

it makes me feel washed and anew,

refreshing and depleting,

the rain cleanses my soul

© Gina McKnight 2011