In the Rain

Come rain do come here Seeing you so joyous we’re The sky is blue and clear Your silken touch on my little hand Your soft foot sounds on green and Brown grass As well as on the window glass Calling us to a world of white and blue Alphabets of red and violet hue Where we walk and run bare foot on wet road with drizzling rain Whispering a lyrical story of its pleasure and pain Get lost into dream As droplets reflect in sunbeam A multicolored circular arc Beautifying the whole garden and park Suddenly flew across a black and white crow Like me does he too love the rainbow Now no more alpha and beta Now under the red and white polka dot umbrella I will look at you Will listen to the wind that blew Shaking the wet maple leaf A poem of sounds so brief Where did it go then To get a pen? I don’t know The farmers there will now sow Seeds That according to where the soil leads Will flourish into full grown tree shortly On the wood of the red bench aches my knee So no more It’s already past four Let me get back to my apartment A little wet is my garment ... ... ... At night in a chocolate dream the little one Towards a red and green rainbow house he was about to run Behind him a soft smiling sun My story is just half spun But if again begun The sponsor of this poem it may frighten September 25//2017 In response to Eve Roper’s Contest Red and White Polka Dot Umbrella