it rained last night – dverse poem
We used to say it rained last night. You know, you stop at the red-light and there’s the big Mercury sedan with the girl sitting so close to the driver.
It rained last night and they left the windows down. He must sit on the wet seat to drive but she scoots over to the dry spot just beneath his right arm while he one-hands the wheel. Each right turn centrifical force pulls her closer, closer to his heart.
We’d crank the windows down, no air-conditioning then, let the wind caress our hair, flying down old country roads, taking our half out of the middle, radio blaring, singing loud, chasing dreams, running nowhere. Still, the road always ends.
After pizza at the covered bridge we’d find our spot off of old route 84. We’d talk, whisper hopes with the stars our canopy sitting in that old car with the long bench seat. Moonlight made us reckless, crazy. Moon lit eyes see hunger and desire, illuninate the aura of forever to the young. So soft, so lovely – not harsh like the flashlight of the policeman.
I heard it rained last night. Not to worry, I keep the windows up.
bwfiction 
ahh, this reminds me of my college days (they actually weren’t ‘that’ long ago). such young romance with talk of car seats and the rainy day (or maybe not so rainy).
i am enjoying your poems very much!
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
I am envious, your poems and adventures are still being lived 🙂
That flows so amazingly smoothly, I can hardly tell the difference between prose and poetry. Well done!
thanks — as Tolkien once said, the praise of the praiseworthy is beyond all reward.
Such a nice, romantic thought that you carried throughout – such lovable moments, rich details, one would like to live again.
if only youth came without the angst of learning of live
LOVE it…you took me back to those days, my days! This was such a fun read, Bill.
thanks!
A wonderful story rich in memories. I vaguely remember those kind of nights…oh to be young and carefree again…
Anna :o]
a rousting by the police sharpens some memories… but yes Anna – to be young and carefree once more…
So beautiful…this takes me back to high school, hanging out with my best guy friend in his old pickup truck… talking for hours about nothing and everything.
yes, as youth we were living our dreams as we created them
Misspent youth somewhere here
I know, I coulda spent that summer practicing my jump shot 🙂
lovely poem. I still remember seeing young couples driving in pickup trucks where both of them practically shared the driver’s seat.
musta rained 🙂
oh God..that brings back a wonderful memory.. my nerdy self in high school..with my also be spectacled nerdy girl friend..driving to a football game..on some rural road..in my 1970 white horse Maverick..me having difficulty keeping the aim of the steering wheel..straight..with my ‘friend’ getting ‘closer’…
A stern looking policeman stops us and shines a flashlight in the car..and say oh young man i see ya got a girl friend there..
and smiles..and says be careful and have fun..
And lets us freely carry on as we where…
i guess..those are..the good ole’ days..when even law enforcement..is still
Andy Griffith style..:)
yes – Andy Girffith style, it was a good time.
A Maverick — If I recall you could geta new one for $1,999.00 🙂
Thanks for sharing your story
I understand rain is funny to a sunny.
It’s so much fun to be delving back and smiling quietly reflecting again of the wonderful times when we were young! Wonderful take bill!
Hank
yes, this was a story I could never tell my kids 🙂
This was excellent I did so enjoy your prose poem. Well done.
thanks
When the policeman kills the joy—ah, that sucks! Great telling.
thanks – I still wonder how he found us…..
Not part of my youth, I fear – so few of us had cars back then. But I loved the contrast with ‘nowadays’ and keeping the window up.
thanks
Lovely: you made me feel so young!
we are all young at heart 🙂
I remember those carefree days….I might even remember old hwy 84 ..only we called it the gravel pit overlook of the river 😉
Busted 🙂
you captured my youth and I shall try and hold onto it..oh and the moon has the same affect on me ~ smiles
moonlight is becoming of a woman.
I blush ~ that it is
We used to call the passion pits “sleepy hollow” & the “submarine races”. We did things in those bench seats, especially the big Buick back seats, with girl’s feet on the dash, that would activate air bags today; and what I remember on rainy nights was how steamy it got in that car if you left the windows up, & how cold the breeze was on naked butts when you rolled them down a crack; and of course, the cop raids were always a game changer; nice prose poem.
it was a different level of alive – the immortality of the moment ruled and those machines were our steeds.
Thanks for stopping by Glenn
oh, what bucket seats have stolen from us…
some might argue they were not necessilary an improvement 🙂
well i thought i left a comment here earlier but obviously it did not take?
there is def nostalgia in this for me…of the crazy days of my youth….those first
forays into love…and i might have met a few of those flashlights along the way
as well…smiles.
thanks ( twice ) – I still wonder how that cop found us.
Somebody had to call him.
Ah, I remember it just as you said – yes loved the rainy nights, the starry nights, the big sky, the white line in the center of the road, the lights from a hilltop and the smell of the plains. It seems this is a memory that unites us..thank you.
Thanks Gary – You comment makes the memories richer!
Left-hand-drive and a bench seat…..those were the days 🙂
Nicely depicted.
yes, it was a good time to be young.
I was wondering why the car seat was wet. 🙂
janet
I always want you sitting next to me 🙂
what a cool conceit – it must have rained last night. well-played 🙂 ~
thanks – different times for sure.
I enjoyed the scene your portrayed! “chasing dreams, running nowhere.” – the carefree spirit of the young is well conveyed in a few words.
the years do change us, don’t they.
I enjoyed the evening. Such a beautiful scene of youth (I presume) you portrayed….and oh, I can imagine the flashlight of the policeman! Ugh, an unpleasant interruption for sure.
yes, one might say it was young-love interruptus
I’m giggling at the way this is true, the careless & reckless abandon gone, but yes, perhaps keep the windows down every now & again.
I smile now, but we weren’t smiling then….
don’t keep the windows up…. we def. need that bit of everyday craziness and pizza under a covered bridge and even the flashlight of the policeman…ha.. made me smile… i will crank the windows down tonite…smiles
it was much easier to be reckless in love before seat belts and bucket seats in cars.