Rain

Walking in the rain. Was simply one of the things you told me last. Hair drenched, drops forming at the nose, blending in with the salty water forming at the eyelids. I went for a jog that turned into a walk and suddenly realized that I was doing the same thing. Wondering if people driving by were thinking, 'Man that woman has to be crazy.' Well, am I? To suddenly realize that my feet couldn't move faster than my numb, cold fingers can against these keys. I must be.

"That was a good day," you said after recollecting that strom in The Dells from your rainy walk. How was it good I still wonder. Did you feel safe with me inside that car as trash cans almost hit your Olds? Did you enjoy feeling like a team when we were trying to decide what to do? Did you love holding me, teasing me from my nervous energy and smiling at my wide eyes? Did you like coming out of the storm and into the sun together? I did.

I just wish we could have came out of that last storm together.