Day 17, Poem 17: Stuck in the parking lot

Push against me
gentle yet firm
confident
nudging laughter from me
like rainwater
from the treetops
expecting
it showers on you
begrudgingly
This is how you get me

Unrelenting
smiling in this
stormy weather
even though I know
that I should know better
random letters
strategic phone calls
through space
traffic signals
and car horns
blare warnings I
don't fear
I'm walking here