always raining - Poetry

About the rain

You are not yet mine, when I reach out, the rain slips between my fingers

I am not yet yours, the chasing rain follows but never drops

But when I hold my umbrella out,
The rain caresses the edges
When the rain hits my shoulders,
I shudder and then feel warm

The rain chases me all the way home
and peeks through my window

And I know there's something there
And for now, it is enough