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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.

  Thaddeus Rutkowski