Hit Me Hard

(because every time I think I can beat the rain home I get wet, but every time I chicken out it never rains).

Hit me hard, with little sharp drops
which drive themselves into my skin
dribble down my back, and off my nose
spray up my legs, and across my face
Try to blow me over, over, over
while I struggle against the river
running down the street
Bike sloshing, tires skating
through the flood.
Soak me through to the bone
and passing cars, drivers dry
will laugh and shake their heads
while I wet, soaked, dripping
bike in the thunderstorm
I thought I would make it
I thought I could make it home
And not get wet.
So hit me hard, with rain
Light up my way with lightening
just get me home in one piece
soaked and ratty and worn
breathing hard and cold
Once home, I'll hang
all those dripping pieces in front
of a fan and warm up with a shower
of warmer water then what nature
spit at me two minutes before.
Home laughing at the cold wet outside
Laughing at my outrageous need
to bike in weather so mean
So hit me hard, later I'll laugh