Magnets

Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.

You always carry an umbrella,

and I wear a hoodie.

When it pours it down

we come close together.

A solar flare lashes out, and reaches,

but dissipates into space.

She laughed when he said

he wished he was black,

so he could wear a white t-shirt

and enjoy the contrast.

It falls over our car like glitter in the night

as we speed along. Inside

I fidget with the radio signal as you

grip the wheel white-knuckle-tight.

A static tv channel, then the news.

"Is it better to be too dry or too wet?"

The best part of the trip to the desert

was the brightness of the Milky Way.