Poem 5: Rain

I kiss the rain

as it falls from the sky

I extend my hand to 

feel its fullness,

to let it fill my palm 

with grace

The rain does not kiss back,

nor does it interlace its fingers with mine

and I can't help but wonder

if it's coy

or a selfish lover wanting more

No matter the circumstance

my love for the rain remains

constant

abundant

unrelenting

true