Shelter from the rain

The phone rang,drowned by the radio,
messages received,ignored,
sitting behind the wheel,
in the corner of highway 17,
Feeling clouded-lonely-bored.
The rain poured and quenched the thirst
Of its mother earth,
but I was parched dry in my throat,
today I realized,
Since the day of birth.

Cars passed,some stared,
people passed,nobody cared,
thought some wreck..
troubles upto her neck..
Would finish it all,if she dared.
A tap at the window,
scared to death!
Just a man seeking directions,
unsure of his intentions,
lowering the window a crack,
I tell him how to find his way back.

"Are you going that way,Miss?"
I dont know what stirred me,
the audacity or the bliss,
after years of lifeless tedium,
being once again called a 'miss'.
I asked myself,what was I doing?
he was half my age,Was I mad?
Oh,I felt flushed,unnecessary pain,
How else would he go home,
alone in this rain?
I could make out his eyes,
All over me,I shivered,
drove him to his digs,
threw him a goodbye,
like a heavy package delivered.

Knocked on his door.."Car wouldnt start!"
I could see he was hoping,
from the start...but did he believe?
Call I make a call to the service..
they'll be here in an hour once they leave.

Sat in his bed,the only furniture around,
he made us drinks,I was still shaking,
and before he could start trying,
It was I who was all over him.
Crying.

He held me.He kissed me.He stopped me,
From the mess,getting involved,
bad marriage?husband cheating?
children ignore?husband beating?
I replied that no,he still enquired,
I was just bored and tired.

I drove off.Never thanking him.
he saved me guilt
saved my marriage,
I was desperate for something bold,
someone to tell am desirable not old.

My family,worried,
my anniversary...late,flat tyre,i explained.
Kissed my husband,children three,
after many years,finally free.

Indiscretion,with rain as excuse,
and my once painfully perfect,family life,
would be reduced to resignation,
by my own dark showers and indignation