On this rainy night, I stepped outside to feel the moisture of the air on my skin. I went outside partly to write a poem, but also because rain inspires me. I love its sound. Water and I have had an affair as long as I can remember—within its flow, something earthy, elemental & inherently comforting comes quietly. Tonight I stood out under the eves so I could feel the water falling all around me but not touching me. The rocks beside me shone, and I felt everything within me settle down into the core I forgot during the chaos of the day, and all the water around me became everything I’ve been trying, all day, to feel and not to feel at the same time.