thor*

it is beautiful outside.

thunder
rolls across the sky and the rain
quickens from a sprinkle on the
roof to rain
so thick it makes the air grey.
i am really ready for it


i've nothing to do all day but get wet
and watch the deluge form puddles
and rivers on my street.
days like this i miss being twelve,
when you're not old enough to
be embarrassed by wearing a
swim suit outside in the rain,

to
frolic in the flooding streets.
but i am old enough to have the
excuse of
run-
ning
to my car to get wet,

and i'll go

with that.






* in my B.A. thesis as well... almost completely unedited.