Marianna’s Rainy Day
“You know, Pop Pop…..”
Said five-year-old Marianna,
Walking, head-down, by my side,
On our rainy-day.
“I like the rain.”
Milo trotted wet-footed along side.
“It tickles my face, when I look up.”
The “tickling” rain made Milo shake his head.
His leash jingled.
“It makes pretty circles in puddles too.”
We walked on, silently,
Each with our own thoughts.
Her backpack dripped soft rain.
“It makes the flowers grow, too.”
Milo shook his leash.
“I don’t think Milo likes it, though.”
She thought some more.
“And later, when it goes away,
I like to splash the puddles it leaves.”
“Then make my footprints on our walk.”
She looked up at me, soft rain tickling her smiling face.
“I like the rain, Pop Pop.”
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