RAIN ❋ Diandre Prendimano

The grey weighing down, the sky
pressing down against the horizon

the way it presses down before a storm
the way you pressed against me and said nothing

strange enchanted silence
dream-like silent suggestions

in the rain there are no divisions
one person in the rain

is so much like another
person in the rain

they move with grey weight
in shapes of grey shivers

pressing against whatever presses back.