Rain Poems
              The rain lives with 
me in my house.
              The rain is a cat.
              I am afraid the rain 
is going to sit on my face 
at night and kill me.
              I am ready for you, I 
tell the rain.
              I sleep with a knife.
             The rain looks at me and 
licks itself.


There was a knock at the 
               door.
It was the rain.
I said Come in.
The rain came in.
The rain was an old woman. 
               She was blind.
I helped her to a chair.
Why are you always moving? 
               I asked her.
Why don’t you stay in one 
               place?
That’s how my mother was, 
              she said.
And that’s how her mother 
              was.


The rain 
in me 
bows to 
the rain 
in you.