Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

summer rain

04 March 2014

 

 

I miss summer rain,

the faith to act child-like,

to stay outside,

to jump in puddles,

to get soaked in play …

 

I miss summer rain,

the intoxicating mix

of fear and invincibility

when thunder thunders,

and lightning demands respect.

 

I miss summer rain,

the memories of childhood play,

of friends,

of the freedom to be

nothing more than who we are,

too often forgotten simply

because we had to grow up,

and it seems like everything changed.

 

I miss …

 

 

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4 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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