I hear the rain and I remember
Counting thunder strikes
Dancing barefoot in the gutters and
Being forced to come inside.
Hiding curled under covers
Scared of lights and passing cars
Where we’d talk away our troubles
With whispered voices in the dark.
The raindrops remind me
Of when I wore white and never worried
About being caught in a summer storm.
Sinking ankle high in puddles
Playing soccer drenched in mud
Jumping into newborn rivers
Just for fun.
Those were the days of racing stick boats
Of ineffective rain coats
Of umbrellas forgotten on the doorstep
When you could leave home and never worry
About the weather.
No electronics to be broken
No textbooks to be sodden
And the weather.