Ashley Parks
Year: Junior
Major: Writing, Theater
Hometown: Woodbridge, VA
Don’t you love those moments
in the rain
as you siphon your body
through the trees,
usually rushing,
in a fruitless race
to keep dry.
your foot clomps down one more time
on the rain-soaked earth,
fields of crystal-clear puddles,
concrete and asphalt cauldrons
and soon your socks are soaked.
as the wetness grows thicker
you knock a Branch,
but the prime assault
is not from Him.
the wrath comes from up above
as a single, pregnant, drop
of rain comes tumbling
tumbling
down
until at last it reaches
its final destination.
a hard, resounding plop!
it lands right on the bridge of your nose
and sends an icy shockwave
through your whole being.
spreading up to the precipice
of your bottom lash lines
sinking down and through the base
of your chin.
What a wonderful, rainy day.