Poem: Rain

Rain by Christy Ann Martine: "I am the rain | Gently patting | The rooftop || The drop | Sliding down |
Your window || I glide | Past the glow | Of your lamp || Clinging | To the warmth | Of your fingertips |
As they press | Against the glass || Losing grip | I slip away

Transcript

I am the rain gently patting the rooftop,

The drop sliding down your window.

I glide past the glow of your lamp,

Clinging to the warmth of your fingertips as they press against the glass.

Losing grip,

I slip away.