When we were young,
we played in the rain.
We stomped around
like giants,
smashing oceans with our
rubber boat shoes.
Splashes fly...
On to my cheeks.
As they mix with the salty raindrops
that came from the clouds in my eye sockets,
the frozen puddles fill my heart.
Age has taken our joy and
replaced it with longing.
Oh, how I long for those simplistic,
redundant, **** yellow rain boots.
Mostly, I long for the ease of existing,
where we looked forward to the rain
and trusted it not to drown us.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
When we were young,
we played in the rain.
We stomped around
like giants,
smashing oceans with our
rubber boat shoes.
Splashes fly...
On to my cheeks.
As they mix with the salty raindrops
that came from the clouds in my eye sockets,
the frozen puddles fill my heart.
Age has taken our joy and
replaced it with longing.
Oh, how I long for those simplistic,
redundant, **** yellow rain boots.
Mostly, I long for the ease of existing,
where we looked forward to the rain
and trusted it not to drown us.