The sky weeps grey, a drumming beat,
On rooftops high, on paven street.
But in my heart, a joyous tune,
For rain and I, we sing in June.
No umbrella shields this happy head,
Barefoot I dance, with joyful tread.
Puddles mirror skies above,
Sparkling jewels for skipping love.
Red rain-kissed cheeks, a carefree grin,
Soaked to the skin, yet joy within.
Car splashes by, a startled honk,
But I just laugh, a joyful monk.
The world slows down, a blurry sight,
As raindrops blur the city's light.
Each puddle jump, a tiny feat,
A dance with rain, on slickened street.
No time for frowns, no time for fear,
Just rain and me, and laughter clear.
A child's delight, a simple glee,
Rainy skipping sets my spirit free.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
Keep reading
More stories from Moharif Yulianto and writers in Poets and other communities.
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
mud puddles make me smile