We walked and the night rained on us.
We were choosing to be rained on.
I felt crazy and obvious.
Fool. Pariah. Automaton.
I felt waterlogged. We walked close.
It was cold, and her long hair ran.
We didn’t touch. I didn’t know.
I wanted to escape the rain,
so I steered us back toward the road.
We got to my car, got inside
and started laughing. The windows
fogged up instantly with our steam.
We ranted a manifesto
of walkers too untamed to come
out of the downpour. Radiant
street light vanished in her chemise,black with water and conundrum.