Rain drops washing away our cares

We laughed from deep within our souls,
Rain falling soaking our clothes,
Splashing in puddles a raucous of sound
and right there in that moment,
we were finally found.
Big dollops of water dripping off noses,
flooding the drains and drowning the roses.
Rivers of water racing down hill
Just watching its power offers a thrill.
Exchanging lame jokes about getting us wet,
and the car that whizzed past us… Yeah we lost that bet!
Soaked to our skin, we look like drowned rats,
No coats, no jumpers and no rain hats,
Just us, our souls and our soaking wet clothes
and a moment in time, when our energy flows.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Summer explodes into the day.

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Crying bairns;
Screaming mums,
the heat is up
summers come.
Flowers bloom
Insects fly,
I pause to write
beneath a topaz sky.
Hooting cars,
shouting men
giggling girls
meeting freinds.
Pale legs
cleavages out,
wolf whistles
and bored men about.
Burning heat and
barely nine
weather today
Is truly fine.

Karen Hayward ©2016