Can you hear me?
My voice is quieter
after the storm
the windows shut tight
to keep the rain out

When the blue gets in
in spite of my weather-proof house
I pull up the memory of a day
when the rain felt good

We splashed and danced
and thumbed our noses
at the soaking wet
knowing we could take it

wearing our
falling-in-love-again macs

4 thoughts on “Puddles

  1. I’m catching up on my reading and I know I don’t comment on all of your poems( I know there is probably a “term” for the different style, to me there are beautiful rhythmic words, so poems 🙂 ) but it is a pleasure to come and be able to read your words, thoughts. It’s like going to a gallery and looking at beautiful pieces of art 🙂

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