I Know the Rain

I know the rain.

I know the feel

of dampness on my skin.

I know the quiet stillness

as the first soft drops begin.

I know the rain.

I know the way

it blows across my face,

touching for a moment,

moving on without a trace.

I know the rain.

I feel the gentle brush

of wetness from the sky.

It’s with us for an instant.

Then it passes, quiet, by.

I know the rain.