I Always Liked the Rain

I always liked the rain It’s avant-garde disdain Encased in every raindrop Its tauntingly cold chill Trickling off a drippy nose Its million centipede dance steps Puckering the dust, stirring the mud The child like joy of running through puddles Popsicle stick armadas attacked by giants Mud pies with maple twig candles I still enjoy the rain Walk more slowly Savoring its scent The icy edge of its smile Its tear like essence Reminding me That I now walk alone