Threshold

There must be a place
where the rain stops

Now, I don’t mean metaphorically
I’m thinking of a physical place
a tall curtain of water wires
after which
rain no longer falls

Once crossed
you stand just past it
watching from a dry point
as rain beats down in front of you

It’s like falling
from a certain height

There must be a point
before which the fall
does not kill us

That millimeter
after which
we die