You speak of lighting

I speak of rain

Lightning comes in a flash

and burns what is near,

then disappears.

Rain is constant, enveloping,

and gives life to what it touches.

I don’t want to be your lighting,

I want to be your rain;

I want to know that the mark I leave on you

is one that helps you grow

and not a scar or wound or a burn

from a person you never really

got to know.

You seek lighting

But I am the rain

And when you get burned

I can wash away the pain