i don’t stop for the rain

i don’t stop for the rain.
let sneakers be soaked and
skin be roused to frigid resilience.
i don’t give a damn.

life doesn’t cease for every grey cloud.
along the road by the marina,
the silhouette of a raccoon forages
against the vigilant eye of a street lamp;
he knows crayfish don’t wait
for the skies to clear.

no, i won’t stop for the rain,
not when thirsty muscles can only be quenched
by the nectar of exertion,
not when these electric bones can strike the asphalt,
proudly rivaling the patter of puny droplets,
every pounding footfall
louder than thunder.

i don’t stop for the rain.
no, i never stop for the rain.
because the rain sure as hell
never stops for me.

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