The rain knows

How I long to meet her

The wind blows

Making me feel her shiver

I ask her, “Do you think it snows?”

She stares through me as if I’m timber

I wince, taking the blows

But I can take it for her

She’s puzzling at first glance

Boring at the second

But you’ll wanna take another chance

And you’ll thank the rain, who beckoned

The stranger and yourself, to shelter together

And you’ll wonder, how does the rain know?