sliding through slices of mountain rain
in the ironic sunlight of late morning
that has become early afternoon

I try not to let it touch me
but I’m hit in the shoulder,
the upper arm
my back- in the center
and the top of my head

the inner part of myself is cooling
not sickening, rain does not bring sickness
rain brings rain
and makes me wet and shortens my walk
quickens my pace and cleanses the air

orange juice brings vitamin c
clothing brings covering and warmth

the rain will go- it is transitory like all things
but the day remains