Rain

Childhood Rain...

Swift grey motion, coming above.

Look up, feel exilerating joy.

Standing tall, arms stretched towards the sky.

Rain...Welcome.

Hot humidity disappears as cool beads fall.

Splash down on my face.

Beat down on my skin.

Close my eyes and smile.

Drops run down every line of my face.

Every dimple in my smile.

Clothes cling to my skin.

Hair grabs at my face.

I still stand there.

Arms outstretched.

Baseball bat at my feet.

Mud around my shoes.

Game forgotten.

Rain.

Welcome.

By: Sara Sue Renee