Snapshots
of summer days;
rain falling crystalline
from a cloudless sky.
Children laugh
and splash about
in purple, polka-dot galoshes,
singing songs only understood
by the initiated.
The grown ups seek shelter;
rolling up newspapers
and rushing inside,
with half hearted instructions
for their kids to follow,
knowing their orders will be ignored.
Soon it will be time,
for catching big worms.
The long, slimy ones,
that only come out
during a summer sun shower.
Who would want to miss that?
Hair hangs matted and wet
and mud comes up past the knees
and grass stains
and dirty dress hems
will infuriate mothers
for blocks around.
When the sun showers
give way to bright, hot sun again;
the magic will have gone,
taking with it the opportunity
for making mud and memories.
HG – 2016
