Just Words on the Train

I love this poem. It's been on the subway the past few months. I saw it again this morning and it kind of captured something for me/in me again when I read it. The poet's name is Malca Litovtiz.

Rain
Do you hear the rain?
I want to turn off the computer
and call you to tell you
how it is raining
in the green centre of the day,
late afternoon thundering open
like heartbreak
-like we imagine-
but you are another illusion
so I keep on typing.