The Way Rain Feels

I've always loved the way rain feels, the way
It presses at my skin and trickles down,
Lines puckering my lips into a frown
And rolling past my mouth. Still, when I say
I like the rain, the way it fell today,
Weighing on leaves, making a bright clear crown
Of spray in treetops, soaking the whole town,
You laugh, reminding me the sky is grey.

I can't explain precisely what I think,
Or how I got there. Understanding steals
On me, the way cold gelatin congeals,
Or scientists look for a missing link,
And though rain water isn't what I'd drink,
I like the rain. I love the way it feels.