We Played In The Rain
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