Melting Right In

The snow was the first thing to hit me 

when I walked out the laundromat door.

There I was, with a bag full of semi-dry clothes.

 I didn't want to spend another quarter and wait

in a place that felt skivvish because 

 there were people there, and their laundry,

which was already more than I wanted to know.

I was thinking these thoughts feeling hungry,

I was thinking of hang drying my things,

but rain that wasn't rain, it was slower than rain,

was falling, and falling on me.

 And I said to myself,"It's snowing!

 And it's landing on my little life."

Something brilliant and pure touching down here on me,

even me,

 and then melting right in.