the finger-smudged glass panes
and the clank of doors
as we pushed them open,
ran into the silently gray rain.
-"it's raining!" she cried.
-and we pronounced it deep
and began laughing again,
and dancing and crying
and whooping and staring
defiantly back at the clouds
steely, billowing clouds
clouds that had caused such
pain, but a day before-
thoughts of hurricanes returned,
but were only harmonies to the
playful ripple
of rain falling into the
gutters of our mouths.
and we drank it all up
thirstily.
