There’s a bad storm coming.
Chairs are being taken off the beach
while a light rain falls
and clouds cover the sky.
But I go into the surf anyway,
where the water is warmer
and the waves are gentler
than in the ocean where I live.
I’m near a group of young women
who aren’t afraid of the coming storm.
They must know something I don’t.
I can hear their laughter over the water.
We don’t care about the rain.
We’re in the water.
What’s the difference if we get rained on?
The water is turquoise blue.