Rain

I am standing in the rain. 

I am standing still, I am paralyzed. 
Yes, I put myself there, but I cannot get myself out. 

I am standing, asking you,
Begging you for help. 
To get me out of the rain, to dry me off, to hold me. 

You are standing there in the doorway, dry, watching me. 
You tell me you can’t help me until I show you I want to be helped, 
You won’t hold me until I move. 

But I can’t move. 

I can only stand, still, drenched.
And you can only watch, waiting. 

Until you are in the rain, too.