Rain, rain, rain...

Running down the road to meet up with an old college roommate I haven't seen in 47 years. The rain still falling...maybe washing away the years between us. Old memories of road trips in old cars that had to be pushed up hills...only one cylinder working. Parties in falling down barns....low enough on one end to shelter goats and high enough on the other to house giraffes. Late night kitchen raids down elevator shafts...stacking gallon cans to get back up and out. Camping out on weekends...long, silver shafts of moonlight rippling across the lake to light shining, hopeful faces. We looked toward our future with dreams told across campfire flames.

Just down the road now...there she is...the years disappear and she's still beautiful.