Rain falls, and so does your face;
lightning splits the sky, followed by the thunder's boom!
Sadly you glare where the unfair
sun has hid, through rivulets
that slide down the glass door.
~
Suddenly your frown's erased,
replaced with a smile that's forgotten any gloom;
your fair hair flies in the air,
as does your small doll's. "Let's
go shopping!", you implore.
~Slipping in our socks, we race!
pushing plastic carts far down the hallway to your room.
And while we're there you'll brush her hair,
and give you two more bracelets -
or maybe three or four...
Gold trophy winner
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