they only wanted to have sex in the rain

This is a quote from Jack Kerouac's The Dharma Bums, which I just read for the first time, and which put me in just the right mood for my upcoming camping trip. All I want to do is hike through the mountains and whisper haikus to the trees. 

"Try to do it without stepping on the aardvark. Don't be a sucker all your life, dummy up, ya dope. Do you see what I mean? My lion is fed, I sleep at his side."

That's not really a haiku, 

but here are a few:

"Talking about the literary life–

the yellow aspens."

"Rocks on the side of a cliff,

why don't they tumble down?"

"The sparrow hops along the veranda,

with wet feet."

And here is possibly the very nicest thing ever said:

"It's a shining now-ness and we've done it, carried America like a shining blanket into that brighter nowhere Already."

Alas, if Jack Kerouac had not died years and years ago, and if I had not been born in the nineties, we would make love in public places, not think anything of it, and scratch poems into cliff faces, and think nothing of that.