Friday, May 9, 2014


Do you remember, my sunny?

The puddle in the back alley

rushing around her the others would babble
and clatter the stones and pebbles
and they'd giggle,
while she remained silent
and sad
and alone.

And we

we ignored the cold, didn't we?
we yay-ed and yee-ed our hearts of glee
our little feet all wet and muddy
and our schoolbags all drippy 
up and down we went
arms open, head high and bent
as we closed our eyes and had our fill

I know

I know you love the rain
as I did love you all the same.



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