The rain taps out a steady pattern
she ignores as she slithers into
At the last minute she decides on
the rain jacket, emerges in a windy
chill, the rain more mist.
Like snow just before it decides
to be snow.
She licks the drips off the edge of
her nose, they come with the salty
tang of her sweat, blocks from
She runs by the lake, the waves
an angry stir like boiling milk.
The horizon is a wall of solid
clouds obscuring her
If she didn’t know it already,
she wouldn’t believe land
was just a few miles