The Rain As It Comes Down

The Rain as it comes down

Pecks the window, where your tiny fingers grasp the sill

The sigh within my chest stops, abruptly

The dimpled smile on your tiny visage seizing my heart.

Oh, to be young again, and to see the Whole Wide Universe

For the opportunity it extends.

Cold, pelting, indigo rain

A drink, a birdbath, a river for boats crafted of leaves.

Rich, clumping, chocolate mud

A home for boot prints and pies, and earthworms the color of bubblegum.

Long, bristling, emerald grass

For picnics and daisy picking and crown weaving; plus bracelets and necklaces too.

Thick, hard, ebony tar

A wonderland for hopscotch, long bike rides, and pickup games of four square.

Delicate, fragrant, sunshine blossoms

Plucked by an angel’s fingers, the most fitting gift to convey admiration.

Oh, for me!

Yes, I am young again, and I see the Whole Wide Universe extending to me!