March

welcome rains fall  
lightning flashes on the mountains  
clouds roll in  
dark and heavy  
she stands in it  
watching drops  
gather on glass,  
 
outside the storefronts  
the water collects on awnings,  
heavy drips cascading onto pavement  
in a rhythmic beat  
 
she steps inside  
a bar, for a glass of red wine,  
enjoying the friendly banter  
she takes a small reprieve  
from the wet,  
 
watching the road outside  
become a river  
of black  
 
a kind man offers to walk  
her back to her car,  
under his umbrella,  
she smiles, thanks him,  
shakes her head no,  
she politely tells him,  
"I love the rain  
it's only water"