ODE TO A RAINDROP
	Oh, for a raindrop and more - A torrent. An excuse for rubber boots and a big wool sweater. I want to get on a crowded bus everyone wearing a wet coat carrying a dangerous umbrella. I want to get off the bus and not get my umbrella up before a rooftop drools onto my neck and down my back. I want to ride fast to Canoe Cove in an open boat, the rain stinging my face and the cold making my hands numb. I want to order Oatmeal beside a fogged up window and drink bad coffee with the old salts in from a warm night on board their dream boat berths. Oh, for a granite shoulder and a soggy path through salal and broken braken. For the dank and dreary forest past the dripping vine maples and the mud puddles and the arcade opening in the forest at the shore.