Agua Querida
The street looks sexy, like the wet pink secrets of Risquewritings. I pull over, crank up the radio, and run out to greet the water. Rain Rain DON'T ever go away! Stay with me everyday! I lie down in the middle of the street, letting angel tears bathe me. It's such a magical moment. I taste the flamenco serenade coming from my car. I feel soft voices all around me, chilling my bones. I can smell the musky scent of violent crashes from the road beneath me. In the distance, the bruteness of an engine gives out its angry battle cry, begging me to war. Tons of metal racing towards me, wanting blood satisfaction. I feel its diesel breath shaking the ground under me as it comes closer. I laugh at the fierceness of it all. Not today my 18-wheeled marauder, this Gitano has Sirens to meet. I get up, and the magic washes away.