Water in the Sky

It has been raining for days and days.
There is no such thing as a steady rain;
it is a chesire cat of emotions.
Rain becomes,
at the very least, increasingly irresistable,
in the way that a dance dissolves inhibition.
I have been walking in it, at first enjoying the feel
of the intimate,
cool friction,
and now I only feel it; the enjoyment is no longer necessary.
My walking through it is a silent common language,
each step for me an inverted paranoia...and for the single drop,
each step its last.