Zeus Is Coming To Get Me
they run for their umbrellas
I scoff
none of them realize
this is a violet's favorite rain
it comes down in the gentlest of ways
tiny droplets, refreshing and replenishing
people try to get me to take a ride
i politely refuse
extending my arms out to show I love this
some shake their heads
others smile
remembering a time when they did this too?
rain picks up pace. It is colder now
I put my umbrella up
hoping to see something struck by lightning
A loud cymbal crash of thunder makes me smile
Zeus is coming to get me
I feel loved
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