Riding In the Rain

Motorcycle riding in the rain
is less fun than it could be.
First there's the fear
of laying down all that hot metal
on slick pavement.
Then there's the pain of the rain
at 60 m.p.h. I know what Dylan
meant. A hard rain's a gonna fall.
Still, riding in the rain always
carries me back to the ride home
from New York
the morning after we kissed the dawn
after a night of sharing Scotch
and songs.
The rain caught me outside of Philly
as I was racing down the turnpike
with hope at the top of my lungs.
Riding in the rain carries me home.