ODE TO THE RAINjumping into puddles leaving your flip-flops behind.
dodging pesky droplets that drip heavily from the edge of a shelter.
worried that if it rains on your head,
and you don't wash your scalp when it dries, you'll go bald.
pressing your palms against your ears when the lightning flashes,
in anticipation of a crash, only to be let down;
but the thunder always comes when you've removed your hands.
leaving your mark with your finger on misted glass windows,
yes, now we all know you were here, hooray.
counting the number of seconds it takes for the thunder to follow the lightning,
don't forget the mississippi's.
wondering why the brolly isn't more to your side,
but you're too polite to ask;
the other person thinks the same.
..that old billie myers song...
it is no doubt the wettest night in december.