Playing In the Rain
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Rain beats against the window,
as a little boy leans his forehead
and little hands against the cool glass,
staring, longing to go out.
His eyes light with excitement;
grinning from ear to ear,
for down the hall by the door
he sees his sister’s red and white polka-dot umbrella.
Glimpsing around to make sure no one is looking,
with quick steps he goes to the door.
He rises on his toes,
reaching and wrapping his little fingers
around the doorknob.
Slowly opening the door ajar,
he seizes his sister’s umbrella.
Pushing the button he pops it open
and slips away unnoticed.
The pitter-patter of rain strikes the umbrella
he holds high above his head,
as he runs across the yard
to the old wooden bench in the pouring rain.
Jumping he grabs a wooden slat
and struggles to climb on the wet slippery bench,
springing high his little feet finally makes it up.
Bouncing up and down,
screeching with enthusiasm
watching the colorful rainbow,
soaking wet,
he holds on to the back of the bench.
9/3/2017
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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