Written in the Rain

One, two, three, four,

Raindrops knocking at my door.

I leave to find, as I presumed,

A brilliant world in rain consumed.

Immediately, I am engulfed.

The falling rain takes me all in.

This watery presence takes me for itself,

And I don't know whether to fly or swim.

I think I won't go home again.

I think I now belong to the rain.