The raindrops pelt my hair, my face, my arms, my hands until I am drenched.
I stand in the empty street, arms outstretched, palms turned upwards, embracing the clouds above.
I know eyes are watching me from behind nets, behind doors held slightly ajar and deep in the shadows just out of reach of the streetlight’s glare.
I know they are whispering behind hands and underneath raised eyebrows – to them I am the woman who has lost her mind with grief, for nobody sane stands in the street, in the rain, in her nightgown.
But I do – it is a relief to feel something other than the weight of profound loss – it is a relief to feel so refreshed.
This week’s dVerse Poetics has been a bit of a challenge for me, since children aren’t a huge part of my story and life. Still, I was a little girl once upon a time, and I can still connect with my inner silly 🙂
So, I hope you enjoy this little ditty – and please visit dVerse to read all of the other creations!
– Puddles! –
Splish, splash, flubble, flosh Jump in puddles, make them splosh Stick your tongue out, raindrops tickle Jewels of water, let them prickle. Pitter, patter, flickle, flack Umbrellas open with a crack! Welly boots keep feet dry Watch the rainbow fill the sky. (And annoy your parents – ask them ‘Why?’!)
