Small town.
Houses surrounded by dirt roads occasionally
sparkling with small pieces of gravel.
Tumbleweeds blowing across empty cotton fields,
Loud claps of thunder.
Flashing furious lightening.
Rain pouring from the sky.
Kids racing outside in oversized yellow rain boots.
splashing in ginormous rivers of still red colored water in flat ditches.
a laughter.
Dogs barking and chasing laughing children
amazed at the wonderful treat.and slight hint of cool refreshment.
bullfrogs long hidden filling the air in croaky hallelujahs.
Swimming to Africa across the street.
catching tadpoles while listening for the warning rattle from the grassy sides of the water.
Mothers calling from porches with icy strawberry popsicles that ran in sticky streams down mud caked faces.
Day ending i bubble baths’ giggles, and stories.Simple pleasure
Mud puddles.
Love the many vivid images in your poem:
” red colored water in flat ditches”
“strawberry popsicles that ran in sticky streams down mud caked faces”
“Swimming to Africa across the street”
I felt like I was splashing through puddles with you!