I ended up sitting in my car again
examining raindrops racing

down the windshield in a pop-up storm
lightning etching the sky in jagged flashes

punctuated by booms of thunder,
me stagnant on the edge of Main Street

watching traffic come and go behind the
curtain of rain.

There’s comfort in this in-betweenness—
the world in motion,

me in stillness,
just a breath

separating before and after,
a moment

too soft to call a storm
but too heavy

to ignore.