Rains is falling,
Falling all around.
One by one,
individual droplets roll down the inside of the window shield.
Rickety old truck,
with napkins stuffed in a dozen leaky holes.
Down,
down the droplets rolls.
Splashing against the dashboard,
making tiny delicate puddles.
spilling onto my jeans
soaking into my shoes.
Sitting in this rusty old thing,
This beast of a truck
with moss growing in the creases of the back window
and water dribbling down onto my clothes
I couldn't be happier.
