Rainy Day Reflections
pitter-patter, pitter-patter
the rain drums on the roof.
plop, plop, plop,it falls into an open barrell outside the door.
The lady, Susanna, if I remember correctly, smiles
As her mind explodes with memories of childhood
When she and you played and danced like fools through the puddles and leaves.
When Autumn was her favorite time of year.
I loved how you two used to sing in the rain and your neighbors thought you
were crazy.
How you always wanted to be thoroughly soaked before you went in.
And when you went in her mom was always there with hot chocolate or chicken
soup.
I think that Sue was perpetually happy then, no matter how cold or wet or stupid
she felt.
I remember how she looked when she was drying off in front of a rumbling fire
With happy thoughts of future Christmas gifts in her mind.
She faced the fire until her cheeks burned bright red with the heat of the flames.
I even vaguely remember the red and yellow leaf painting that she made for you.
The one you threw away when you left home.
The lady smiles as she thinks of you and turns over in her cold, hard bed.
She wraps a tattered quilt around her near frozen body.
Before she drifts off into dream filled sleep,
With the low rumble of the city in her ears,
She wishes to herself that you were here.
I throw a thick blanket over her smiling, withering, body and leave her to her
dreams.
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