Rain poured down
on the pavement
Our day outside was ruined
Hours passed.
Thunderstorms persisted.
Hands gripped on the windowsill
Delicate faces looking,
hoping
it would stop
Hours passed.
It stopped.
Collections of water left behind
at every street corner
It was time.
Quick feet
slipped into ragged clothes and
polka-dot rain boots
Delicate faces, looking
searching
We found them.
Large cloudy puddles
We jumped in, we
laughed, we
splashed each other
We were young,
naive,
and fascinated
by the simplest things.
on the pavement
Our day outside was ruined
Hours passed.
Thunderstorms persisted.
Hands gripped on the windowsill
Delicate faces looking,
hoping
it would stop
Hours passed.
It stopped.
Collections of water left behind
at every street corner
It was time.
Quick feet
slipped into ragged clothes and
polka-dot rain boots
Delicate faces, looking
searching
We found them.
Large cloudy puddles
We jumped in, we
laughed, we
splashed each other
We were young,
naive,
and fascinated
by the simplest things.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
GeenaElise
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