i walked home
in the rain tonight.
any person
would say what a pain, right?

childishly running.
in every puddle i was stepping.
run for cover. in that church.
tasting the tears of mother nature.

pouring. crying. laughing. loving.
drying under the scaffolding cover.
only to get sprinkled on the face
again. set foot. get another taste.

hair flat. clothes soaked.
enjoying this moment.
no shame. i’m glad i didn’t listen
when you said, “bring an umbrella.”