Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter
Raindrops fall, and hit
And splatter.
You giggle
as you send leaves
down a sidewalk stream.
And celebrate
their triumph
over each sidewalk seam.
Then for a moment,
I seize at the chance,
to capture the magic,
while I catch just a glance.
Like a rainbow, in water
as it glides to the gutters.
Your smile, reflected,
in puddles, it flutters.
“Why is it raining?” You ask.
Clearly distracted
by cars
and their splashes.
Beads gather, collect
on your
heavy eyelashes.
“For the plants,” I say.
A vision of fire,
flickers and flashes.
“For the trees,” I continue.
“So they don’t turn to ashes.”
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