National Poetry Month Day 23 – In the Rain

It’s raining here where I am and everywhere else it seems like. So the rain is my inspiration today.

#23
I’d like to slip inside 
a cloud and become a 
juicy raindrop.
I would float along all 
day until I hovered
where you are. I’d 
make a great rukkus
to get your attention.  
Then when you looked 
up at the sky I’d 
fall slowly,
slowly, slowly 
down, kiss you on
the nose or maybe
right between the eyes. 
I might run down 
your cheek
and arc beneath your
chin, tickle you
softly until you
forgot what you
were doing. 
You’d chase me
with your fingers,
smear me against 
your skin. 
I’d be so happy
to be near you again.