Twirls in the Rain

A ‘Snapshot’ Poem by Elizabeth Lancaster

Her face smiles

As tiny hands

Collect each drop

Falling steadily from the pale grey sky

Drop,

Drop,

Drop

Falls the rain

As young as the morning

As innocent as the fluttering droplets

She spins

Hair of blonde

A stringy mess

Paints her cheek

Her eyes drip tears of joy

Or tears from heaven?

Heaven knows

Twirl,

Twirl,

Twirl

Goes the yellow dress

Small pools invade asphalt

Beneath her feet

Like tiny polka dots

Her yellow boots stomp

Waking the earth,

Waves rippling the pools to life

One by one

The sky will

Drip,

Drop,

She will

Stomp

Twirl

Until the sun comes back again

To ruin their fun

“Goodbye sweet rain!”

“Good day sweet child!”