She was beautiful in the rain
Her hair matted against her face
Perfectly framed smiles on two foolish children
Who got caught playing in the rain
Next thing I recall was the two of us in dryer warmed clothes
And hot cocoa down our throats
Worry from the others that we’ll catch a cold
It didn’t matter
We played in the rain
What children do
We didn’t stop till we heard thunder
I felt free
Elizabeth Almeida ©2021
