Children in the Rain

We dance in the rain, spinning in circles,
Our little canvas shoes splashing in the puddles that form along the patio.
We balance on the edging stones, laughing as raindrops burst on our upturned faces.
Our play dresses change color as they begin to stick to us and our ponytails droop.
There is laughter from the porch, offering melody to our overture.
We hold hands and skip in a circle until our wet hands pull apart
And we crash to the ground, exclaiming how fun that was.

One thought on “Children in the Rain

  1. Puddles infuriate me, but the kid n me is jumping right along with them. Sweet poem.

    Could you look at mine too? Thanks in advance.

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