No Use For Umbrellas
Rain was our words,
as it pelted her with watery bullets,
spilling back out her mouth as
“Flood Warning” flashed across her forehead.
Her gutters filled up
and splashed tears across her cheeks.
She thundered and her lightning
singed our hair and burnt our tongues.
As we watched it pour,
our rain collected in a puddle
and limp, dripping clothes stuck to our skin.
Brushing raindrops from our shoulders,
we took off our boots
and danced in the mud.
