The Rain That Knows Your Steps

The Rain That Knows Your Steps

It rains without clouds here,

Drops fall where I walk.

Each step is mirrored carefully,

By moisture that is alive.

The puddles form patterns,

Not random, not chaotic.

They shift subtly beneath my shoes,

Recording intention unseen.

I tried walking faster once,

It kept pace, patient and exact.

Even running left traces,

Shaped like echoes of choice.

Rain does not drench or harm,

It teaches observation instead.

Every step is remembered,

Every pause catalogued quietly.

At night, the rain continues alone,

In places I have never been.

Yet I feel it when I return,

Knowing everything moved in secret.