The rain makes me think of a dying god’s tears.
Rainy day in New York City. Makes me,
Takes me away from myself. Makes me fear
For my life. I do not know why. Primal
Reason. I am Primate. Imagine Me:
Standing in the rain. Impervious Me!
Come Storm! Come Floods! Come Hail!
I am under You and I want to be truly under -