April Shower

Love
remember the sudden shower
that April afternoon,
walking hand in hand, 
we stopped when the drops 
pounded our face, 
glanced into each other’s eyes,
saw the image floating there 
like Oreos in milk, 
then giggled as our clothes
flew through the air.

Who watched as we stomped puddles,
twirled dizzy circles?
Who heard our squeals
sliding through the silver streaks?

Squirrels peeked from their nest,
birds chirped from hidden perches, 
and 
as we rolled upon the grass
slipping across each others flesh
steaming
a stray dog cocked his head
and stared in awe.

Author - Wintersong
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