drop

always did her eyelids close when she heard the rain
not only curled up in bed
or when she's wet with salty tears
whether or not she's cuddled with her cat
or if resting her head inside her truck
always when rain comes down tap-tapping to puddles on the ground

she laid on the drenched green grass, ass flat against the ground
hair slicked back and soaked by the tepid rain
from the field she could still see her blue of her truck
the grasses went up high and under her made a bed
she thinks no one loves her but maybe her cat
she feels the warmth again on her face from sliding tears

wiping off her fresh-made tears
she finally leapt up off the ground
thinking she should go home to pat her cat
and change from her clothes soaked by the rain
and curl up in a fresh-made bed
or at least to nap in her warm wet truck