a wet morning welcome can’t dampen my weekend parade.
boots strapped, i stomp myself silly into monday’s rote routine of have to.
long-legged lilies, cart wheeling out of their vase, do their part to help bewitch the smile out of me.
memories of stolen kisses at a tabletop for two suddenly turn these rain showers into a romantic jean luc goddard film.
i have to be on guard.
winter storms do their best to charm my inner recluse to further hide, shelter, and shut.
lately i’ve come down with a case of covers up, doors closed, phones and computers
in trash turned off.
but mr. drippy window pane here,
you blurry the dark, thundering clouds into a jewely, kaleidoscope wild.
stepping outside seems not so scary.
so, off i go.
eyes fixed forward.
task at hand:
there are rainbows to hunt.