March Rain

Rain is good
for walking
even when cold
and when the gloom of March
tests the spirit
like an old demon.

You get wet in rain,
wet in your bones,
but unevenly
causing chillness alongside
heat
competing for attention.

Can one live dryness
without wetness
or joy without sorrow,
without water running
in rivulets
along along the creases of our skin?