the kiss of rain recalls a time
the world was green and new
and magic lived in every breeze
where time and seasons flew
a yellow raincoat with a hood
and then my rubber boots
and I was set to go outdoors
and play in water chutes
my dad would stay inside and read
my mom might bake a cake
as I explored the pasture lot
where rain had made a lake
and I would stand beside the creek
and watch the roaring flood
or stomp and splash if I could find
a puddle filled with mud
back home I hung the rain gear up
upon the porch to dry
but now I wonder where time goes
as childhood seasons fly
and too I wonder when it rains
of all the things I miss
a yellow raincoat and my boots
and rain's enduring kiss
It spoke to my heart painting a time where I experienced equal conditions, so nostalgic its climate...
I hate to admit that I don't often play in the rain anymore. I am glad this poem stirred a memory for you.
A lovely, sweet poem to cherish for a long time to come! Good Morning to you, Mister Early-Bird! Did you just write this today, or only just submit it today? In any case, Well Done! (Just posted, and has a 10 already!)
Thanks Poetess. I probably wrote that a month ago. I like to let them simmer. I make little revisions constantly. The early bird catches the worm. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rain's enduring kiss...lovely image. Everybody can relate to this lovely poem because we all loved to wander around in rain with our raincoats on. This one surely puts one in a nostalgic mood. The kiss of rain is a lasting memory that refuses to fade.10
Thanks Nosheen. I remember these things like it was yesterday.