Just Rain

Someone said
God was in the rain.

So I sat on my steps
and waited.

Just letting it run down my face
my arms.

Wondering if he was inside me
like he was on my skin.

(I don't feel any cleaner.)

Explanation

I'm 26.

I feel old.

I like to write.

It's embarrassing.

But I'm trying not to care.

I write like I'm a teenager and angsty. I'm neither.

(Mostly)