She rushes ahead, laughing br into the pouring rain br ignoring my desperate pleas br to wear a coat. br br She's right, you know, br to live unarmored. br We spend our adult br lives longing to shed br the layers we amass br and return to naked br wonder at the world. br br How can I explain br my true fear is not the rain, br but the beasts br that move among us br wearing overcoats.