Poems have a life of their own. In this case it’s certainly true. “I named my new born baby after after the title of your poem” wrote a mother last week. Her child is named “Rain”. My poem is is two minutes walk from The Students Union at The University of Manchester.
Furthermore after putting up this post Érica N. Puppo contacted me to show me her tatoo. She says “honestly inspired by the poem. I actually usually wear my “Rainbow” bracelets on the same arm too, as a double reminder of that poem.”