by Sheila King
Care to kick a can down the street?
And so it rains and rains and rains.
Buckets are full and yet it rains,
Sweet lovely, refreshing rain.
The song birds hide
And now comes the wind,
"Hello there Wind.
Just passing through?
Well that's alright"
Trees bending
First this way
And then the other.
The wind teases me
But I'm onto his game and laugh.
"Goodbye wind"
The rain is just a drizzle now.
It has cried itself out.
Birds are out.
The air smells as sweet
As clothes on the line.
Breathe it in.
Care to kick a can down the street?
© 2016 by Sheila King
