There wasn’t much thunder when the rain came
and the lightening was far away
but punctuating the  evening sky now and then.

She had never run naked in a storm before
but she did that day —
ran around our country house house
that was built before the Civil War.

She hasn’t done it since as far as I know
but her one venture into the out of doors
captured my memory so that I can still see her
after all those years  coming in
sopping wet and shivering and looking for a towel.

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