Rain
by I. H. Lee

The icy drops trickle on my bare arms
Yet I do not flinch, not an instant alarmed
Standing, drenched, I do not move
I embrace the rain

Quizzical stares dart at this man
Who in God's grief, his moves are none
There upon the granite his feet lay
Kissing the tears of heaven's dismay

Of gusting winds, he fears no cold
A million storms have passed untold
Of thunderbolts, he dares not sigh
For roaring truths have hushed the lies

As raindrops trace my solemn eyes
Heaven's woe mixes with mortal pain
And as this liquid unites skin and sky
I have embraced the rain