POEM: To the Asymmetric Rain That Would Not Abandon Me

To the asymmetric rain that would not abandon me:
You are loyal,
And Count each and every leaf
On each and every tree as you fall.

To the flashing lightning
That dies like a fluorescent kitchen light:
Dying is a job each of us is given
Though no one wants.

But you are arms that wrap me tight
In the friendless place
Of the end of night
And the promise of still more rain
Yet to drop onto my roof.