The 3 o’clock fog transformed into a blue black sky
and the rain played my window like a snare drum.
The sky lit up so brightly I could see it through my eyelids,
I could feel the thunder dictate the rhythm of my heart.
I was caught up in the romance of it all –
the mist was seeping in through the window I forgot to close
and the world was cleansed of the scars winter left behind.
The clouds were inconsolable.
Raindrops clung to the window as long as they could
each catching a little bit of the neighbor’s orange-yellow porch light
and while I watched them slide down the glass,
I wished that I could print the pattern of the rain
onto a fresh blue button down shirt.
I missed the sunset and walked in the dark.
I splashed in puddles to soak my shoes.
My feet were cold
and I felt waterproof.
My hair was ratty
and my eyes were dry.