Oct 16, 2012

The Call

{A post in which I attempt the art of poetry.}
{Also, please excuse the lack of images. I think your imaginations would better capture the scene.}

the plummeting drops
grew louder and louder;
we listened for the call.

faces lit up, we ran to greet
the cool showers.
arms spread out,
eyes laughing,
we ran and ran and ran,
kicking waves of water,
breathing in the chilly air.

 the rain and the thunder
were our orchestra,
the soundtrack to those memories.
our laughter filled the empty streets.
we were innocent.
 we were carefree.

the wind enveloped us;
the cool drops lingered on our skin
until the music faded
and the clouds disappeared.

as the sun shone
on our rain-soaked grins,
we headed back
with smiles that shouted
with a last hurrah,
waiting for the call to sound again.

1 comment:

  1. lovely blog.


Thank you so, so much for your encouraging words! I hope your day is as awesome as you are. c: