two pages about rain in poetry

I am not afraid of the rain
I've crashed cars on the snow and the ice
I've crashed cars in the California sunshine
but never in the rain
I know in my heart
the rain will not be
what gets me

a tornado hit my school
back when I was a kid
when all the other beer-soaked fashion plates
ran into the basement of the dorm as ordered
I snuck out instead
because I wanted to watch

I watched a power transformer burst
in a flash of neon blue
I watched an uprooted oak tree
shoot through the Syracuse sky

I was stout and tall
the wind would not knock me over
the rain on my arms stung like needles
but I have thick skin

I am afraid of cancer
I am afraid of remaining unemployed for the rest of my life
I am afraid of moths
for reasons I cannot understand
but I am not afraid of the rain

the rain will come
whether we want it or not

the rain will come
and it will wash us
and we will be clean
and it will leave
whenever it damned well pleases
but it will pass
I am not afraid of the rain

I am not afraid of feeling new
for at least a little while
it is maybe the only thing
I'm not afraid of