Postcard 19

The raindrops feel too icy for the
Air, this time of year. They
Freeze me still in place when
I should be running to stay
Dry. They also seem enormous
No mere thimblefuls of clouds,
As if we reached inside and
Grabbed waves out of the
Vapor. "It's magical" though
Magic tends to cut deep
Through to bone, eroding
off the layers which
Protect us from the pain
We call this process cleansing
As if we really have a
Choice. Change is coming
With the rain, we'll be
Drenched in no time flat, so
Let's all learn to swim and, maybe
We will grow to love the wet.