Playing In the Rain
Pitter patter of my own feet
Splashing in water puddles.
Excited as if for the first time
Barefoot met concrete.
Was never drenched until then.
Or felt raindrops upon my head.
Avoided it as if I'd melt.
Did not see any thrill in getting wet,
or going shoeless, until the day, I tried it.
On rainy days I never played,
not anything other than board games.
This day a teen cheered me on,
Adults watched from behind misty windows.
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