Raindrops
By: L.F. Young
15 April 2025
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*not my picture
As a kid
when it rained
in the spring
summer and fall.
I would go, outside
in those warm rainy days
happily, wantonly
into that lukewarm rain
just, to simply lay down.
Breathe it all in, feeling
renewed, recreated… reborn
I miss those liquidity days
with all, of my wether heart.
In those chilly winter days
I would bundle up
then run wildly around
trying, not to get hit
by those freezing raindrops.
In over these fifty years
of mostly hurtful downs
very, very few excitable ups
filled with pain, then love.
I hope for an infinite amount
of warm, chilly rainy days in heaven
so I can relax, renew, sleep
breathe it all in, and run
feeling like a kid, once again.
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