The RAIN

I’m writing and I’m living in Spain,

And I’m saying things like,

I am so happy, and

Me voy al sobre.

And me voy a tomar una siesta.

I’m riding my bicycle in Spain

And it’s raining and it’s cold,

And I’m saying this is crazy.

I can’t believe I bike everywhere in the rain.

I don’t have fenders on my bicycle.

The thighs of my jeans are soaked,

I can see the water coming off my tires

And spinning splashes at me.

I keep riding.

I have to get to the University on time.

I have to get to my language lessons on time.

I have to get to the train station on time.

I have to get to the airport on time.

But wait,

I’m at the train station,

And I see a sign that says,

Tiempo no existe, no tengas prisa.

And I smile. And I laugh.

I keep walking but then I realize,

I’m in Spain and time doesn’t exist.

So I stop. 

And I go back to look at the sign.

My camera is packed deep in my bag,

But I take the time to unpack it.

I put the lens on. 

I zoom in on the sign.

I snap a picture. 

And I smile.

And I make it to the airport on time.

And I board the plane, and people

Aren’t speaking in Spanish anymore.

Italian now.  
And I listen.

And I love it. 

I love this time I have.

And like a dream, I think it doesn’t exist.

But the rain reminds me that it does.