... Not bright and clear, but with cold rain whipped
by gusts of wind and thunder.
I went to swim practice this morning,
my new blue training fins sticking out from
a pocket on my backpack.
The irony was not lost on me --
that I should huddle and cringe from the rain,
all the while looking forward to jumping
into a pool full of coolish water.
There, I would relish the feel of my body
pushing through the clear liquid,
knowing that later I would stand, stolid
and miserable under my umbrella,
as I waited for the bus to return home.
