Caught in the rain
caught without gas
the last trace fumes
breathing life into a
car bought for adventure
I stood laughing
in a downpour turned
side pour
wind fucking with rain
turning me
into cardboard cutout
front wet
back dry
smile and hair
plastered to my face --
thoroughly pleased.

Thunder rumbles
in a playful way,
trying to keep a straight
face
as it bursts into chuckles
face lighting up
in jagged spikes
at the thought of a summer
gone
terribly,
horribly,
wonderfully wrong.

And I?
Laughing in the rain?
Surrounded now by cheerful flame
dancing light tripping across my face?
Free from everything I was
if not everything I will be?
I am the girl who flirted with the waves
laughed with the moon
winked at the stars
sang to the rain.

Big ole sea.
Big ole moon.
Big ole sky.
Big ole storm.
You can't fool me.

I know your talk
your jest
your playful nudge at my ribs.
No wool stretches
over these here baby blues.
No sir.

I am the sea.
I am the moon.
I am the sky.
I am the storm.

Wet and bright and vast and loud
my life goes on and on and on and on
spinning me
at the top
like a pin.

See what a pretty pot I make?
You can all fit in me.