SOPPING WET AND CHILLED

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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