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THERE YOU ARE. .
In Your Hands
Elaine Goldstein
Rhetoric 102, Theme 7
. SITTING
ON A WEATHERED ROCK
. . . looking at a crooked brown arrow—a poor excuse of a stream
. . . feeling the wind as it blows ripples on the arrow's surface . . .
wondering where the arrow is headed after it flies around the bend. And
wondering where you are headed. Wondering, always wondering.
Today you hope to find the answer in the stream ; last week it was in
the rain running down the windshield. Then you were in the car, the
stifling air closing in on you as you envied the tall grass and the proud
golden dandelions trying to stand up to the rain's incessant pounding. You
were sitting there, thinking, dreaming, watching the raindrops on the streamy
windshield. How did that serious conversation start?
"Rain is rather depressing."
"Does it really bother you?"
"Not really. No more than everything else."
"Do you want to leave?"
"Where would we go?"
"There's a hell of a good universe next door."
"Quit spouting cummings .
shield wipers.
. . Besides, it wouldn't be fair to your wind-
My windshield wipers have fallen in love.
Really? It should be an ideal romance.
Do you think so?
Oh yes—they'll go everywhere together.
They won't be happy.
Why not?
They'll be too frustrated.
How?
In the rain, they rush together for a
fleeting kiss, but they never quite
make it.
That must be unbearable.
I don't think they'll be able to stand it.
They are probably better off without rain,
when they can just lie there and
stare at each other.