Chapter 2 ~ II

II

The rain drips on.
Most likely caused by
a puncture wound from a branch that fell during this winter's ice storm.
I listen to the drops and have vague flash-backs
of rain from different seasons.

Walking along the highway, hitchhiking,
utterly stranded in a torrential downpour somewhere in Texas.
I don't remember exactly where I was
or where I was going.
I know I stomped along the highway mostly in the ditch to avoid getting hit.
Certain in my knowledge that No One
picks up Anyone in the rain.
When I woke it was under a spring sun.
Nude atop budding blades of grass, spinning on this mysterious globe,
while my clothes dried beside me.
I had laid them out the night before in the dark.
I had proped one of the long sleeves along the hill in a posture
so it would appear as if it was waving if anyone happened to pass by.
As luck would have it no one passed by.

Other rain.
Drizzling in autumn as we danced the narrow, deserted brick streets.
Finally tumbling down beneath a tree and kissing each other.
Wine soaked tongues.
Young.
I climbed thru your window.
You, Lulu.
Who
had been with me in Texas.

That afternoon in the forest.
Covered with days of dirt and sweat.
The storm came swiftly, powerfully.
You finished your hippie shower.
My head and face we're still covered in soap
when the sun came bursting thru the clouds.
Our laughter was louder than the thunder.

But, that is enough about water and romance.
I'm supposed to be a crass, aging bastard who drinks and smokes too much.
Quit looking adorable
on the other side of the room.
Your ruining my story.