Rain

Warm

Humid grass

Enters my soul

Awakens my senses.

It’s so warm out,

My hair sways in the breeze

Curly frizz whispering to me

It’s wetter than it seems.

My mother

Yells from the doorway.

“Come on inside!

I think it’s going to rain.”

I look up to the heavens

The clouds gathering,

Joining,

Their fat bellies.

The trees dance,

With excitement.

Reaching out their arms

Ready for their drink.

I start to walk back,

One look back before I close the door

Just in time

To be blessed with a little smooch

From castles above.