The downpour of the rain

matches the thunder of my heart

As we huddle beneath the singular shelter

of an umbrella that fights against the wind.

We gaze into each others’ eyes, seeking:

Do we dare make a break for it?

The streetlight on the opposite corner

is our only guide.


Could we make it?

Could we toss away our shelter and our attachments

and dash for the other side?


We release our grip on the umbrella

and immediately the wind

whips it away, fabric flapping

as it separates from the metallic skeleton.


We glance at one another

as we stand fully exposed to the elements

in surrender to this moment.

Laughter escapes our lips

that sounds like rain falling upwards

as we leap from the curb,

hand in hand,

and run towards the light.


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