we played in the grey puddles and you
grabbed me by the waist and swung me around
grinning
laughing
playing
in the pouring rain
fat raindrops and my long blue skirt soaked through
your eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile and
giddy
bubbling
attraction
under the wet wet sky
it poured down tonight and you
were on my mind but your hand was nowhere near to hold
grasping
remembering
sighing
in the dark sweet smelling rain
1 comment:
That's beautiful, Stefanie! I got rained on Saturday night, walking on Beale Street to the blues finals. It was a nice rain, slow (although later it poured), with big fat drops, just as you described. It was fun. All the neon lights were all blurry and you could hear the music wafting on the wind and people scurrying with their umbrellas. It was nice. You could hear laughter from inside the tent adjacent to the back-stage door of the New Daisy Theater. You knew that just inside would be warmth and laughter and fun.....so a little rain never hurt anyone. Thanks for sharing!
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