145 :: Rain Dance

145_Evening_Rain_Dance

The air was heavy
all day.
We felt it coming —
the rain.
. . .

Dancing in the raindrops
at bedtime;
Going to sleep
with their windows open;
Listening
to the sound.
. . .

I go into their rooms later
to close the windows
and find them sprawled out,
side-by-side,
dreaming of rain.

 

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