Once on a drear day,
My running steps took me past
Wee scenes of whimsy.
As I consider
Running with an umbrella,
A plant shows me hers.
There, behind that bush–
Rains bestow a red necklace
On grateful green ferns.
Scattered yellow leaves–
No seasons in Florida?
Looks like fall from here.
Where are the E.T.s
Who abandoned their spaceship
In this stone garden?
The tree sees herself
In the gray puddle mirror,
Glad for rainy days.
Lone bird flies above.
Reminds me I’m no poet–
Just a road runner.
Beaming in the dark,
Plucky little peach blossom
Tries to light my path.
Looking for happy;
Try to feel puddle-lucious–
Wet feet make it tough.
Water is water
But a hot shower will trump
This shivery rain.
Ahhh.
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