They tell me each morning, “It’s gonna rain”

For two week straight

What my co-workers say is all the same

As I click, click, click my bike into work

I unclip my helmet, listen to their remarks, and smirk

One says, “Don’t get caught in the rain later”

I put my lunch in the fridge

The path couldn’t be straighter

They talk about how I don’t eat cookies, how I’m a vegetarian

What I’m wearing too

What a contrarian

I push my bike down the hall

A few more comments nearly make me stall

My hair’s frizzy, legs unshaved, clothes sweaty

It doesn’t matter on a bike ride

Good thing I’m ready

To go over the bridge of what people think

To face the threat of rain

I stopped listening to the weatherman

I’m gonna ride my bike because I want to and can

As the sky turns gray

I shrug off what they say

Work my shift

Enjoy the day’s gift

Grab a cookie as I make my way

Can’t wait to change out of my work clothes

And get on my bike again – where my spirit glows

I clip my helmet and peddle off

The cool air on my skin feels like velvet

I leave behind what they say

Feel totally sane

Peddling through the streets

And there’s not a drop of rain