people

I saw the urge to walk

why were people afraid of the rain?

it is just water from the sky

God’s tears maybe

how He misses us.

The people ran for cover

under the balconies of postmodernist apartments some of them asked an old umbrella

to protect them from rain.

rain is a blessing,

holy water

cleaning your soul

from dust of the others

didn’t they know

some nights have to be rainy?

didn’t they know

the rainbow would die

in lack of rain

the same way your love will die

when you lack your lover.

It’s okay people

you run away from the rain

you have never experienced her kisses on your face.

hey, rain,

rain!

I want to become rain and kiss her face

I want to  become wind and fondle her Afro hair 

I want to become music and satisfy her ear’s taste

I want to become light and reflect her melanin become sun and light her day

I want to become the moon and whiten her sky

I want to become waves and kiss her sandy feet

I want to become open and accept her closeness

I want to become sea and let her dive into me

I want to become me and tell her that I care for thee.