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Meg B Jun 2014
The raindrops felt refreshing
As they splattered gently
Down my arms
That loosely gripped
My half-busted umbrella.
My shoes splished and
Splashed,
Not even bothering to
Avoid
The puddles,
Ruby red of my moccasins
Dyeing the skin on my feet
As the liquid
Soaked in.
The rainwater felt cool,
But my flannel hugged me tightly,
Breaking up the
Onset of goosebumps.
The trees and grassy lawns
Illuminated a bright green,
Lapping up the raindrops
Thirstily into their wide mouths.
With no guide,
My dampened feet lead their
Own way
Down streets and roads,
Diagonals, bobbing and
Weaving
Through the city limits.
No fear, stomach dropping,
For I knew
I would find my way.
Peaceful afternoon,
Rain dancing down from
The cloud-filled sky;
I wandered deep into a
Blissful promenade.
Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018
You wish to
Drip and Drop
Then to Splish and Splash
But when you get there
It is nothing but
Zip and Zap
When they all enter
The room
And Lub and Dub
Appear out of nowhere
And we hear
Nothing but
Swish and Splat
And we embrace
Every star
That was once
So far
And you have found
A brand new
Drip and Drop
For with no scream
You Splished and Splashed
Your last
Jessica H Jun 2015
After a blissful spring shower
The cloud-filled sky clears room
for a date with the moon
Along the path, stand tall the glowing street lamps
Flooding the cement with a pool of yellow warm light
Dyeing the foliage with a range of colors bright
Light steps I dance across the mirrored path
Splished and splashed
I follow the sound of soft string
plucking from afar
and wander into that
deep veiled night
Alan S Jeeves May 2022
It rained all day, it came to pass,
As I looked to the sky.
The droplets fell, like tears of glass,
Assailing from on high.
The heavy clouds were charged and full
They, laden to the brim.
The hazy day was dead and dull,
The air was dun and dim.

I marched along and braved the force
Of thunder on my head;
I might have skulked indoors, of course ~
I could have stayed a-bed.
But through the deluge, heaven sent,
My path I splished and splashed,
Forward through the flood I went
As on and on I crashed.

At journey's end I dried my face,
I'd gad the extra mile;
I dabbed away the rain to place
Upon my lips a smile.
It rained all day, it came to pass,
I see it all the more;
I fear not of the rain, alas,
It's rained all day before.

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