Fresh Rain MAG

March 28, 2012
By Juliette Kelly BRONZE, Doylestown, Pennsylvania
Juliette Kelly BRONZE, Doylestown, Pennsylvania
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Rain poured down
on the pavement
Our day outside was ruined
Hours passed.
Thunderstorms persisted.
Hands gripped on the windowsill
Delicate faces looking,
hoping
it would stop
Hours passed.
It stopped.
Collections of water left behind
at every street corner
It was time.
Quick feet
slipped into ragged clothes and
polka-dot rain boots
Delicate faces, looking
searching
We found them.
Large cloudy puddles
We jumped in, we
laughed, we
splashed each other
We were young,
naive,
and fascinated
by the simplest things.



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on Oct. 14 2017 at 1:20 pm
hazeleyedwriter BRONZE, Penn Laird, Virginia
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I love it! The imagery is amazing.

on Dec. 31 2012 at 4:39 am
Roe-Daniels BRONZE, >>>>>>>, Other
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This is a really good poem. I find it very sweet in a way.


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