Do you remember
the time we walked
after the rain?
Earthworms slunk
up through the mud
and the crows in the trees
shook droplets from their wings
before swooping down to eat.
You hopped like a child
through the puddles,
so proud of yourself
with every splash
and I thought of winter,
always rainy here,
and maybe we’d have to
bundle up against the chill
but there might be more days
like this in store for us.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
