In the yard, in the fog
of a heavy downpour,
two toddlers wore rain
like tight-fitted jeans
which clung to them soggy
in moments of glee
with a spin and a spree
they giggled and laughed,
a thousand thuds,
as each soaking thud
of their shiny red boots
forced a violent splatter.
But what does it matter?
For youth is but a moment
cleaved to a cloth,
made of a fabric
for future memories.
Oh! This reminds me of when me and my brother would play in the rain when we were kids.
In the front yard we didn’t have stickers so we would be barefoot. Lol
Good times!
I did it in high school one day with a friend. We kicked a can in the front of the school in pouring rain and kids were watching from the windows. He’s since passed away so I’ll always remember that day being glad we did it. 🙂
And yeah, us kids also ran in yards in the rain leaving our parents aghast. lol
Thank you for the comment, Adelly. 🙂
childhood was full of such days for me I’ve always been an outdoor person this is beautiful Tim ❤️
Thanks so much Crimsin. I appreciate your comment. 🙂
Powerful. So true.
Thanks Thomas.
Beautifully penned, Tim. Excellent write with a nostalgic flavor my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.
Time you word painted a vision of innocence here. I am enchanted by the scene you wrote so well. You captured the joy of childhood wonderfully and i enjoyed this much.
John