let it pour until it seeps into
my pores. Let me run naked
in the stream, having wild girl dreams.

If it snows
let it cover me from head
to toe in a blanket of white. Let the children
stick a carrot in me, laugh and sing
to their delight!

If it blows
the wind, let it carry me
up high. Pick me off the ground
into a purple sky. So, the men
below can ask “is it a bird; is it a plane”

If it hails
let it hit me like a pellet
gun. I won’t run! I’ll jump
between the blasts. Stare it in the face,
and shake my ***!