The Delivery

Up I looked into the pregnant sky, and she delivered to me existence. It seeped into my scalp, darkening the clustered follicles. It danced down the deep curvatures of my neck, discovering the virgin forests of my skin. Through my pores, the dirt, the sweat, it made a map out of me. And yet, and yet, I cannot read- cannot follow evaporating squiggles- Fate's writhing pen in the form of rain.