It’s been raining, pouring down for 17 days
Everyday at a quarter to noon I go outside to stand in it for hours
For the past 17 days, not a drop has touched my skin
As if there is an invisible forcefield around my body that repels the natural sprinkle
An untouched circumference of dry land forms around my being
I am not a cactus. I do not thrive on neglect.
I am dehydrated.