We both knew the rain was coming.
One of us even said,
"It's going to rain,"
And the other nodded.
Then, when it began, like a million
Angry fists on the porch roof above our heads,
We smiled at each other
Like two lovers headed to bed
For the first time,
Too caught up in the moment with joy
To anticipate anything.
And after all, what was there to anticipate
But more rain, the washing away of the dust,
And perhaps, when the skies cleared,
A rainbow to draw us out into the middle of the street?
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