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.

crash!

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.