Only A Bit Of Rain Poem by andrue finley

The droplets nuzzle against my cheek

So cold, so little, so exciting!

You hold your umbrella starring at me?

We both refuse to talk

But I imagine you saying

'Why be cold, why lie down'

I imagine myself mocking

'Why be so dry, why stand up'

I burst out giggling, you respond in confusion.

Just as I planned, I grin

I let out a sigh to make you jealous, to make you ask 'why feel so comfortable in this weather'

It bothers you, you hate it.

I love it

I stick out my tongue to feel it drip

I shut my eyes and feel every drop, even to my fingertips

Such bliss, such ignorance

I comforts me, I love it

You still hate it

You wonder why be so happy. You look like you want to know why revert to being such a child. Why why why?

I can tell, by that focused scowl, such narrow brows.

I actually say

'It's only a bit of rain, you're too grown to feel the rain'

Surprised that I spoke, hurt that I took a jab at you being old. Hurt more because it's true...

You take a deep breath. You hold tight to your umbrella. You shut it.


And it stops.