It came like a sudden summer
rain.
UNEXPECTED.
He and she.
Just like children.
They soaked up every drop of
the rain.
IGNORING Mum’s warning.
“Summer rain is no good at
all!”
They loved, laughed, lived.
As if for the first time ever.
They played, praying it would
never stop, but
KNOWING all the time that it
would.
Summer rain it was, after all.
***
He and She.
They slid back to their jejune
lives.
REMEMBERING.
How as children, they trudged
back to school
After a bout of cold.
Strangely
SAD that they were cured.
The puddles remained.
GLAD.
To float their paper boats, to
watch their reflection.
It made them happy. It brought
no storms.
Summer rain it was, after all.
