interrupted everybody's day
- in the park staring at the inlet -
we had come to see.
he had come with me,
to sit in the parking lot
- as it turned out -
huddled inside the beating drum car
perched behind a waterfall
in exhilarated air,
as the rain came down in torrents:
buckets of water hurling
in wild, tempestuous, abandon towards us . . .
the two of us.
until, at last, the drumming slowed,
at the end of the dreamlike water show,
to pitter-patter heartbeats.
sunlight creating surreal prisms
on the car window –
he turned to me.
he cleared his throat,
we're never getting out of this parking lot, ya know.
note: What can I say: Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus
photo: Rainy Day Leaves - W. Bourke
© 2012 Wendy Bourke