ran a bit in the rain
my jeans heavy with the saturation
the wool shirt imbrued with precipitation
the sins washing from my brow
flowing directly into my eyes

intent with the soundtrack
the tv on the radio
pounding droplets on my shorn scalp
the weezing of my abused lungs

cars hydroplaining
over the miniature lakes
sunken into the pavement
masks the sound of the puddles
under my feet

and i am at once
poor
and happy
and soaking fucking wet