A Moment's Rain

Resting it ever-so-gently on her shoulder, the young girl twirled the brightly-colored parasol in her hand and like a child's pinwheel it became a blur - a joyous dizzy dance of vivid rainbow shades ... Bringing the gloomy air around her (and the wet sidewalk), to gaudy life ... the rapid rotations spinning the rain off like a lawn sprinkler - it was THAT sight that made her think of her sister and warm summer showers at the farm ... They'd put bathing suits on and dance together among the pear trees pretending they were the precocious "Bennet" sisters (vying for the attention of Mr Darcy, of course) soft grass like a chartreuse carpet under their tender toes ... Spinning and giggling and teasing each other in their horribly feigned British accents ... oh, for just one more of those carefree country days - life was anything BUT fanciful now - private school and obligations and over five years since her sister had passed ... But, she was with her, still and this was her kind of day she would make the most of it, her beloved sister's umbrella in her grasp - celebrate life itself and the joyous weep of heaven's happy tears and perhaps ... A dance ... in the soft summer rain. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Pick 8, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 6th Place ~ in the "A Rainy Day" Poetry Contest, Sara Kendrick, Judge & Sponsor. * I chose picture number five *