Cris writes a poem

I am the Rain
And sometimes I fall
Upon your troubled head
Another annoyance to an already
Sufferable day
And I am sorry,
Not like the other times
When I am a welcome release
And you can soak in the pleasure
Of my rippling touch
And spend a moment watering
A day's dreams.
I come in many forms
And leave many different effects
And you can be sure of seeing me again.

And anytime you need to be reminded
Think on me
And I'll fall from your eye
And carress your cheek.

-Cristian K.