The Girl Who Never Rained
in Goest, by Cole Swensen

Oddly enough, there was always a city block of clear weather on every side / of her, a space just large enough that the casual passerby simply thought, / "What an odd spot of calm," and often even people who knew her well never / quite put it together, as, after all, it's not that unusual to have a break in a / storm, though they'd develop, after a while, an odd inclination to be with her / without really thinking out why. Other than that, her life was neither better / nor worse than most, except, of course, for the crowds.

Sometimes I like to think this poem is about Marilyn Monroe. She was an every-woman's woman. She wasn't skinny, yet she wasn't fat. She was a normal sized woman who was absolutely beautiful and loved life. Yes... she had some issues but let's be serious.. who doesn't?!