Loose change
clatters and rolls
in the gutter
where your feet play.
Yellow umbrella
Red umbrella
Blue umbrella
Green raincoat.
An English paper barely begun
now run away.
The most delicious smell
drifts from the house
up the street it is
anything warm.
You smile
a crack that gives way
to rolling waves of laughter.
Is it raining where you are?
Author notes
I love the rain. And i think I'm happy with this poem, but it's possible I'll discover some things I need to edit or something.
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