warm, summer rains

Open the door. Feel the rain splash on the part of your hair...a liquid shiver. step outside. warm, thick air. enveloping. the rain looks deceptively light. sheer streams. but they hit with a welcome force. row of vehicles: the mpu (cw plastered mobile production unit/rv), jared's, mine, andrea's, larry's, reggie's, mikes. row of satellites. rows of trees. rows of tall grasses, growing wild between business park buildings.
smell the ground. smell the dirt as it turns to mud. smell the earthworms as they start their marathon across the parking lot. smell the water in the air as the precipitation continues.
feel the burn of the cigarette hitting your throat. feel the burn of the smoke in your eyes, crowded under your houndstooth umbrella.
feel the water crawling up your trouser legs, too long despite your 4 inch heels.
watch your bangs frizz in the humid air.
dream about 5 o'clock. dream about ditching the umbrella. dream about soaking up the rain as it soaks up your clothes. you'll watch your curls straighten under the weight of the water, only to crawl back into waves after you retreat inside. you'll watch the raindrops turn an inky black as they cling to your made-up eyelashes.
you'll watch people watching you like 'you've been drinking pink champagne.'
you'll smile unceasingly, because warm, summer rains were meant to be danced in.