A Run In the Rain

walking home, moods surly as the sky why, I don’t remember then we were caught in a sudden shower not cats and dogs but more than a drizzle a middling rain places where we could have taken shelter but we kept walking angry at the day, at each other then it came down harder we broke into a trot cursing the sick weather most expletives censored by the raindrops’ clatter plowing ahead, but not moving as fast as we could have through the blur of perpendicular water by the time we ducked into our apartment building, we were a fluid mess of sodden clothes and plastered hair raining on the lobby floor and laughing like stupid teenagers who had just pulled off a high school prank and the wet had seeped into my memory