Summer Rains
As kids, summer rains meant bare feet on wet ground.
A flotilla of paper boats were launched and nurtured along
A rain-made stream to a not-to-distant shore.
Mighty sailors we'd become on those days of long ago.
At the finish line some vessels had sunk, some tattered and torn,
But our hearts and dreams were soaked with many summer joys.
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