Somewhere in this rainstorm
Maybe, is you
Running up the walk with your coat about your ears
Foremost tendrils of your hair dripping
cheerily over your brow, in your eyes
Puddles leak through your sneakers,
You’ll leave them to dry by the door
You’ll say hello to your roommates, who are busy
You’ll go down the hall to your room
Before anything, you raise the blinds and
tug the window open
Maybe, like me
You look in the glow of the streetlights for the cold coagulated
mist that means
A downpour, if you didn’t know
I put up my hair and wipe a droplet from my nose
Thinking of the canopy of thunderheads held up by sonic booms
and lit with raw fluorescence
It warms my heart that maybe we are both underneath
Heartbeats like housecats enticed by a lion’s roar
Looking out the windows at the same rain
Safe inside and waiting, waiting while time
slows its pace for a while and walks
Leisurely beneath the dripping trees
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