The rain splatters on the window.
Pit... pat... split... splat.

The rain taps on the window.
Join me, it says.
Come to me, it says.

So I join it.
I come to it.
And I stay for a while.

I don't want to leave,
so I don't.

I become the rain,
and the rain becomes me.

I love the rain.
And the rain loves me.

I don't know either. It was raining and I was bored. This was probably the most freeform thing I've wrote so far.
-Ainslee 🌧
9 November 2018