under summer rain.

the summer rain called our names
under a gray sky
stretching overhead
empty thoughts left in piles
around our yard
like a patchwork of dreams
wrapped tightly around our bodies.

evergreens dropped their branches
to the silent day
swaying softly in wind
limbs hung low
gracefully floating across pavement.

the summer rain called our names
to dance away our boredom
to slip into rubber boots
jump in puddles
careless and free.

And so we joined her
as warm rain kissed our skin
our cloths drenched heavy
with happiness and joy
laughter unfolding from our hearts.

as a 33 year old woman, i can't tell you how good it feels to dance under summer rain with your children.