I will always welcome the rain
On New Year’s Day.
Always welcome
the tears from heaven
to cleanse away
all the things
I cannot name
but hold me back all the same
I would dance naked in this rain
In all the tears
And salt
from heaven’s eye
Just to let it all go
and start a fresh.
But prying eyes
and wicked tongues
would toss all the muck
back
And all the rain
On New Year’s Day
would go to waste
I think I’ll go instead
in my bathing suit
Nothing to say
About a woman
in a bathing suit
walking a dog in the rain
On New Year’s Day
When you’re hungover
And dancing in it.