Wind so strong it
almost picks you up like a
discarded Fuenta Sol
water bottle. Rain so hard
it stings the face like
hailstones would.
Just a hundred yards
away sun illuminates
the pavement like
a spotlight.
No one feels like Gene
and my umbrella’s
inside out, ruined as a
dance partner anyway.

Comments
Doeslittle | April 10, 2008 - 16:18
Loved the last four lines...make that the last eight lines. 'No one feels like Gene' is a line that'll stick with me when it rains.