on an autumn afternoon
legs folded up into the lounge chair
holding a cup of black tea
i feel comfort, safety.
on a tuesday morning
walking into the double doors of the frigid high school building
the rain will slap onto my cheeks
it will ruin my mascara
i will mirror the imagine of myself after i have cried,
and i will feel worry
worried that someone might see me damp with my own tears.
on a walk back to the car
an unexpected drizzle will form
it will hit my glasses
just like it will hit the the car windows
except that I do not have windshield wipers
to clear away the raindrops
my vision will be blurred
i will feel confusion.
on a beach vacation
an hour after experiencing the warmth of the sun’s rays,
we will walk down town in the pouring rain together
with each step we become more drenched
the wind picks up,
the sand sticking to every inch of us
i will smile
and i will feel happiness.
rain showers, like in life, are always there,
each experience with them differing.
~c.a.m.
Poetry by Caiti McGowan, 21.
Oregon, USA.
Instagram: @caiti_mcgowan