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Adelaide
When lightning strikes twice
Adelaide has been struck by lightning twice
But it doesn’t stop her from walking in the rain
The more rain, the better
And not the drizzling kind
The kind of rain that means business
The kind of rain that shuts people inside and draws curtains
The kind of rain that causes cars to pull to the side of the road
Addie can tell when its coming by the static in her hair
By the ozone in the air
By the restless way, cats bury down in chairs
Addie has a yellow raincoat
Black, shiny boots and a grass-green umbrella with sporting silver stars
She will wait for the storm
The Boom-Clap-Flash kind
The kind that will see her jumping puddles and dodging forks
The kind that will have her talked about in the grocery store for days to come
“That Adelaide,” the butcher will say. “There’s something not right there.”
“It’s the lightning,” Olga from the post office will answer. “It messed her up some.”
