I crave rain (Poem)

 I woke up this morning, and it was raining 
You always found me looking up at the sky, eyes closed, thankful for grace
You always loved my love for rain
It didn’t matter if it was a sprinkle or a storm
Every drop that soaked my mahogany brown hair 
Cold water soaked into my warm skin
I think you found yourself in the rain
That I could love things that fell and shattered with cracks of thunder 
That I could love things that stuck the earth with its lightning 
That I could love things that I tried to absorb
The water runs down my face, over the parts of me you’ve never seen
I think you hated that rain could become a part of me
I think you were jealous of the rain
You always craved living in my skin, an intimacy 
I think you found yourself in the rain
Always falling too fast and too hard for anyone's liking 
Well, except for me
And you were just like the rain
Stopping at my doorstep
Making yourself at home all day, or at least a little while
Before traveling to another door, another city, another somewhere
So I’ll be here waiting for the next time you come around
The door will be open, and I’ll come out of the house 
Waiting for you to fall