I danced by the Cedar River while the wormy earth soaked up weighty Iowan raindrops. I boogied before bright headlights in my underwear. Splash, kick, jeté hop; wet and free. Rain, come down on me. Wash it all away. I closed my eyes, leaned back, arms wide to embrace the leaking sky in a spin.

 I fancied the cloudbursts were God crying, the thunder His rage, lightening His trident exacting retribution. The rain just came, took its time and knew its measure. I loved that rain. I think God could cry that much. After the release, I stood unveiled from behind the curtain of wet.