Dancing In the Rain

DANCING IN THE RAIN Watching by the window Of moth spattered cobwebbed glass. In grass long fine and seeding Two children, dancing in the rain. Across the weathered grey verandah In the pale light, of summer’s afternoon. Dance through the muddy puddles And the soft misty falling rain. Two brightly coloured figures Whirling with the wind. Shrill, high laughing voices Brown wet shiny skin. One tall and fair, one small and dark Kicking high and muddy. Flying now on wings of dreams Lost in childhood’s timeless journey. Jenny Magrath Mt. Timbeerwah 1992