My watery worlds

I need no shelter from the rain I’ll not run for cover from it. I’ll not be plaintive or complain I love its wetness I admit. Conditioned in a serous sea submerged in its tepid wetness I resided comfortably alone, attached in nakedness. But now that world does not exist yet life’s baptismal still remains: A kinship I cannot resist with water that the gods ordained. Even now I wade in the rain knee-deep in Poseidon’s domain.