In raintime we walk
hunched over, curled over
our
bodies’ warm centers,
our hands clutching each other
in supplication and love
for the one hidden between
them,
staring between
our fingers
at static sky,
at gutter rapids
and whirlpools in grates.
Hold them up in spite
of the rain. Let them feel it.
Hold them up in spite
of yourself. Let it soak them through.
Hold them up in spite
of it all. Let them know rain.