Puddles

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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