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.