Around and Down, but Never Over, Never Over Me

Rain, rain. Don't go away.
I have a crush on you,
Though you are awfully unpredictable.
Always coming whenever you wish,
Never leaving until you are done,
Why are you even here?
Why? Hmm. . .?
If you don't mind me asking.
I know I ask too much of you, but
You never answer me.
Tell me your story.
Where did you come from?
Was it rough growing up?
You give me no choice but to ask
Because you smother me.
I look right;
You are there.
I look left;
There, too.
Dare I turn around?
I don't have to.
I feel you trying to drown me,
Dropping on me and seeping through
The small opening between my neck
And the fabric under it.
What are you trying to prove?
That you can get inside of me?
Or under me,
Or over me?
Should I let you?
If I let myself become vulnerable,
Let myself become overwhelmed by you,
Just for a moment,
Would I cope more easily?
No. Not at all.
Decitful, you are.
I'm on to your little games,
Your thievish trickery,
And your tricky mockery.
Saying "I dare you, Daniel.
I dare you to stand up to me,
To not fall down when I surround you
In the pity-party of sky-fallen tears."
How rude.
I do like a challenge, however,
So I accept.
Dear rain,
May I have this dance?