Walking Down the Street with you, 
My Meteorologist Girlfriend


I stepped into a sizable one
of this morning's puddles,
and I got so
sopping wet that I
evaporated into the sky
immediately.
Floating above traffic, 
I still looked at you,
and I desired to rain
myself over your body,
to fall gently
into your lips.

But looking up at me,
with a reasonable
sparkle in your eyes,
you seemed to be saying
that I only had
a thirty-percent chance.


---  by Kyle Robinson, Texas Tech University

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