3.24.2012

rain

She carried an umbrella over her shoulder, but not to catch the morning drizzle. Drops of the cool morning rain fell on her lips, her tongue, and her upturned face. Her bright rubber boots rising mid-calf seemed right at home beside the early tulips that edged the walk, dipping from the weight of the water now pooling in their colorful petals. Unaware of the puddles now growing beneath her feet. I realized she was not waiting for sun's rays, as she carried them within her heart.

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