i imagine walking the street in the pouring rain
where the cold drops
wash all the fear;
wash all the anxiety;
wash all the insecurity away.
i would be clean and new.
i would be on a shiny, slick path
and you would be able to see my reflection, clear, in the black asphalt.
i ask you to come on out, dear.
tap your toe in the soft puddles.
kick your worries into the gutter
where they’ll drift away to the gulf with mine.
then i won’t be too hard to find.
you can see my reflection, clear, in your eyes.