It was a sweet downpour,
Sprinkling on her nose
Like freckles. 


There was no one to watch,
No one to please,

Only Jesus.

The flowers lollygagged
And her skirt swished,
She laughed.

The sound flooded the wind,
Her palms facing up,
Nose crinkled.

She was a little girl again,
Yellow wellingtons in puddles,
Without a shadow.

It was a sweet downpour,
She spun and spun,
In nostalgia.