the race is on
to outrun the raindrops
my feet beating the ground
faster than they can fall
my rhythmic splashing
like a cymbal softly crashing
swish the under beat
washing out
their plop plop plopping
in my eyes
I wipe it all away
can see now
despite the ones I didn’t dodge
successfully clearing
some of it all up
for a change
arriving again unannounced
un-umbrellaed
soaking in my second place finish
knocking at your door
see inside undiscovered country
undercover I see you warm
sleeping on the front room floor
hate to have to wake you
soaked to the bone shivering
need you to towel me down
like I always knew you’d do
on these so rainy days
Lanning Lee 