The Wet like The Tears But Never Warm

You've come and gone like a rhythm of the rain.

You've spoken and silenced like the rhyme in the rhythm. 

I've celebrated you in the dances and the songs.

the tap, the hum, the clap. 

I've tried to catch you within my two palms.

I have wanted you to stay and say. 

But eventually, you're just the rain.