The rain
The rain is shivering over my skin
My dress is dotted with dark, and I am running
I had to steel myself for this
I don’t fear getting wet, but being seen getting wet
The rain is cold and making a symphony in waterlogged puddles
It levels over the sides of my shoes
As they navigate like little jon boats
Through a parking lot
This is actually fun
I never mind being wet
Just being seen getting wet