back again on the streets
hair plastered to our scalps
it's a rainy evening this time
with you it's always easy
easy laughs an easy silence
as we splash through the puddles
hand in hand
like we've been doing this forever
in fact maybe we have
drenched in lovesongs and mud
you can splatter me now with the
fragrance of newly-washed earth
because I tickled your ribs but then
you're laughing anyway
we stop for hot chai somewhere
and rag the vendor under his umbrella
then the neon lights up the lanes
the stormclouds look sullen now
tired now quieter softer perhaps
the madcap dash in the rain is done
we move on through the crowd
looking for some trees some dark
letting the drizzle wash away
all the spaces that fell between us