OUR RAINSTORM
Playful people thronged the park
until the rain's disparate rhythm
stirred up the dusty dirt,
steamed off the scalding blacktop,
accelerating
slowly
to an audible deluge
that washed them all away.
Reflections effuse reality
as the first trickle
slips past the small of my back.
We run shrieking
from a garage in suburbia
to baptize in the instant river
of a drainage ditch.
Rain so hard the world slides by
green leaves race the other
and giddy in bare feet,
we splash from under the garage again.
The flash
blinds our complicity,
the thunder nips our heels
back below the eaves.
Why should I be afraid?
of water pattering my skin,
dripping memories,
immersing thought,
confluent with my tears.
While you swim among them
I am never alone.
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