Rain On

On the third day of rain
it drips from the wet strands of my hair
from my nose, it itches running down there
its on my lips begging to be allowed inside
On the third day of rain
it becomes beautiful in its simplicity
just drip drip dripping on my jacket
gently touching, stroking briefly
before falling away
On the third day of rain
it is allowed everywhere may be it will never leave
some ask
and what about that.
Rain on.