on some rainy mornings
as a kid
i used to sneak out
through my bedroom window
into the
pouring rain
and walk three houses down
there was a tire
swing there
and i would sit
and get drenched
just to watch the wet
slippery sunrise
come up over the river
behind our houses
it used to make me smile
to see the
colors reflect
on the water
and in the early hours
of the morning
as i swung and spun
on that tire swing
i would never know
why
i had really walked
out there
until i was much older
and much harder to please
after the neighbors
had moved
and the tire swing
had gone
i realized
with no little amount
of nostalgia
that on some rainy mornings
as a kid
i was happy
if the weather permitted