The Day I Became Friends With The Rain

It was in the year—

that people complained

that it rains every day

and sarcastically . . .

that the sun

must have taken permanent residence in Florida—

that I . . .

walked one day, without an umbrella,

in a downpour,

that the dogs, from their dog houses barked,

and neighbors peaked through curtains

at a crazy man

who laughed and talked—as if with great sense—

to the rain.