it’s ok to get wet. really.

it is funny how
people look at you oddly
standing in the rain

if you don’t hurry
because you’re just enjoying
the water falling.

if you do not have
a worried look on your face
or an umbrella

they will slow down and
stare at you as if to say,
“what is wrong with you?”

i just smile back and
step in another puddle
as they hurry on.

mud squishes between
my wet toes and the edges of
my mouth lift right up.

i’ll pick another
glistening flower and my
jeans will get darker.

eventually
soggy footprints lead a path
back to my doorstep.

people will still drive
by, dry, inside their warm cars.
my smile is warmer.