she leaves, sidles out the front door
and into the storm:
the thunder howls down around
her ears, touches fine hair:
she looks at grey clouds seeking
individual raindrops.
i am crouched inside, sides against
the whitewashed walls, feet couched
on fading linoleum:
i am watching her eyes grow big
and reflect bright bits of electricity
in the gaping sky:
i am watching her back slowly
feet-first in through the door and
shut it slowly:
the smell of outside permeates her hair.
she has brought the rain inside.