In the Rain

As I sit safely by the door, rain pouring down
Onto the pavement and the lone car in front
Of the vacant lot, a figure catches my eye.
There, standing in the pounding rain, is a girl
Staring down the street, a windswept umbrella
In her hand. Her dark hair clings to her cheek,
Slicked down her back flat like the ears of a
Fox backed into a corner waiting
To escape. The girl lifts her head up to the dark sky.
She shoots off through the streaks of gray towards freedom.
Freedom – the running girl, the snarling fox, and I.
I find it safely by the door as the rain pours down.