God, there is a woman in the street,
a woman with rain running down
between her breasts, across her skin,
to clothe her in water as her nudity is magnified
droplet by droplet by droplet.
A woman in the street, her eyes forever
aimless wandering in all directions,
standing frozen-cold and still,
hands rippling the air, breasts bared
to a naked world through water;
a woman of rain.