Rain

Growing up here

didn’t make me love rain,

but I got attached to it.

The sound of a downpour on cedar shingles

the rhythm of windshield wipers

hydroplane-ing over puddles on I5

taking off damp socks

the smell of the sidewalk at the beginning of a drizzle

hiding deep in a rain jacket.

It’s not like I feel happy when it rains,

just at home.