Hayeun K. // RAIN RAIN

Her parents named her after rain.

Summer rain,

drip drop


on hot summer days

like the way

ice cream melts on your tongue

and the

cold splashes of sea salt water

lick away at the heat on your skin,

she was just the same,

but she was still



Rain, rain,

dripping dropping

on grass and dirt

and glass window panes

like prison guards,

locking them in place

or like

small tears

the sky had been

too tired

to keep and hold

and whisper to.