I feel so loved when it rains

i feel so loved when it rains;
my skin is wet, my hair hangs down
i feel as though i exist as i am meant to

i will not believe in sin
but i will believe that it's good
to be washed by the world;
and you may as well enjoy it

a while ago, at meeting
we can hear the rain coming down, heavy on the roof
david says "the letter killeth but the spirit setteth free"
and i can't help but weep

i make an effort to run during showers
and people on trams stare at me
as though its a strange thing to do
in my hi-viz tank top and pink cap.
i can't help but grin
as droplets bead on my eyelashes,
smudge the streetlamps,
and puddles form under foot