The Rain

To me, you are like the rain,
When you are soft, I let you kiss my cheeks, When you are strong, I dance with you,
If you come with thunder, I admire you too,

When you cover my glasses,
I don’t wipe you away,
I adore the art you made for me, The art that only I can see,

If you cause a flood, I don’t mind,
I still stand high and watch from below, I swing my legs to touch your work, Letting you run down with a smirk,

I love the smell of petrichor, You gave it all to me,
You took away my fears, And left me with no tears,

Kiri Winder is an English Literature PhD student specialising in children's literature and Nordic folklore. She formerly specialised in prose writing, but began to experiment with poetry towards the end of her MA in Creative and Critical Writing. Since then, Kiri has been writing mostly about nature and her academic journey.