It’s yesterday
and I am again a girl
sofa-sitting as you sew
and we are watching rain
through the picture window pane...
...watching little boys
Sting-Ray surfing down streaming streets
spitting and spraying yet staying upright
puddling in flooded gutters drenched with joy
each little boy
dripping and sliding and riding and wet
and yet...
still we stand,
your arm around my shoulders
while you say
"I really love a rainy day"
I smile
In a while,
I am grown again
knowing why I stand here
smiling, loving rain
through a picture window pane.
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