It had not rained since June.

It is raining. I am soaked. "i could do a lot of things and i do" I walked the waterfront paths through the trees and to the end of the docks. A heron & I walked carefully around each other on the end of a dock, each ready to take flight should there be any sudden moves. There were none. Maybe we were dancing. "and i've got no illusions about you and guess what? i never did and when i said when i said i'll take it i meant, i meant as is" I spun circles in the puddles in the parking lot between the old tavern and the boat launch and the old men in the bar looked away because my wet energy only made them more tired. The younger crowd did not see me go by as they glued their eyes to the television on their night out at the new sports bar where the biker bar used to be. At least the bikers used to be funny and sweet and loud. The girls closing the italian restaurant in rain slickers glared at me. The boys smoking under a corner of roof called out to me and I kept running. "i'm like a cat yeah the kind of cat that you just can't pick up and throw into your lap no, the kind that doesn't mind being held only when its her idea yeah, the kind that feels what she decides to feel when she is good and ready to feel it" I laughed and sang Ani Difranco lyrics into the wind and danced and spun and was alive.