Rainkin

Rain is full of whispers.
Secrets shared, kisses sneaked, loves confessed.

What happens in the rain, stays in the rain
—until it cascades in anonymous droplets down on new lips
and incites yet new secrets.

In the rain is a choir of lovers you never knew,
teasing you on to something beyond mere wisdom.

Soon, your secret will join the echoes, and will touch lips
you will never meet.
A wet, impermanent reminder to a stranger
that you have been here,
that you have loved
beyond what you could see.

A kiss is the kin of every other kiss
under the whispering rain.

Melih Sener