Monday, April 7, 2014

Third Poem

I asked for an umbrella because
It seemed like the most reasonable
Thing to do.
I borrowed her hooded jacket because
She assumed I needed it.
I walked through the puddles and
Made it seem like it was
My only choice.
But here's the answer they never
Asked for:
I love the rain like people love snow.
The first rain of spring and
I wanted to feel it all over me.

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