Body of rain

Rain writes on me

With a thousand

Soft hands

It does not rush

I walk into it

As one

Walks into a memory

Already known

Already trembling

It falls on my mouth

My eyelids

The hollow at my neck

Where even I have hesitated to linger

And still

It stays

As if my body

Were a country it had always intended to discover slowly

As if every drop

Were a vow spoken in water

Knowing me

Not all at once

But completely