It was raining
the april showers that would not stop
just kept falling into the night.

The motel room's window open,
a portal to the outside world
another dimension where
anything can happen.

Twenty-days into the month
Jacob is already in the bathtub
the window is open and we can hear
the sheets of rain.

The portal shows us more than we know
a parking garage, lit by ancient bulbs,
houses three teens, reaching their
POTential for the first time.