Rain

I open my window
Even though the air conditioner is on
Just to feel the rain
Pelt against the window’s skin.
They say that rain drops
Falls
From angel eyes—
At least I think someone said that.

Someone must have said that
When the first book was written.
When life was recorded by
Men and women, virgins to the world
Knowing only what they felt stirring inside of them.

They embraced the rain,
Not knowing its reason.
Father Adam thanked God for the water,
Though it left him cold and forgotten.

I dance under the sky of clouds,
Letting its heavenly tears penetrate my skin,
Pierce my every pore
Until I understand
That life will remain incomprehensible.