The Artist

One day it became me 

It overtook my body 

Flowed through my veins

It could not be stopped 

So I let it 

One day I looked up at the trees 

The leaves had words imprinted all over them 

So did the sky and I could feel what the clouds felt 

The rain felt like a much needed hug 

And I felt like I belonged 

It’s my second time this week 

Getting caught in the rain 

Maybe I’m subconsciously timing it 

So it happens 

So I’m never truly caught 

I like the rain

The way I feel covered 

The way it collects on my eyelashes 

The way that I let it.