what's playing on the radio,

do you say it's "Gimme Shelter"

when your nose is pink from windchill,

picking up scents from the rain-kissed soil?

When it pours down, will you close the window?

Or will you leap out with your mouth open,

catching droplets more in your eyes than lips

and laugh in your waterlogged sweater,

fabric sticking to your already cold skin?

Will you wish you had a partner to dance with?

Twirling with her in a soaked sundress,

or taking it off of her and skinnydipping in

the lakes, perhaps?