And seeps down into the gutter
With the street lights glowing yellow
On the black pavement,
You sigh, look up.
Feel the moonless yellow lull you
And your ideal zen senses.
When the rain comes, it's wet.
And I'm a cat with lots of hair.
On her tiptoes, hunched over.
Look down,
Worms swimming in the water.
Didn't you see them?
I'm worried.
You would run naked through forest
rain.
I...
Wouldn't.
So when it's cold at night and the rain
Beats unevenly against the windows
You and I
Smile in bed.
You and your happiness,
Me, being dry.
It's precisely the contrast
In our rainy sensations--
Your cooling, my coldness
Your exhilaration, my fear--
That makes this moment--
The jagged rain, the soft sheets--
Us.
