something gentle as rain
falls on us
something like grace
something like whispers
it patters and puddles
at our feet
spreading like shadows
spreading like sunrise
our pockets are filled
with crumbs
maybe from cookies
maybe from cakes
we leave the umbrellas
unopened
we leave the coats
at home
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Words and Feathers 
Beautiful opening. The use of “umbrellas” makes for striking symmetry. I could feel that lightness, and the suggestion of an upward gaze from the beginning. By the end, I’m reminded of how unselfconsciously I used to play, as a child.
Thank you so much! I’m glad it spoke to you. I was in the mood to write something quiet and peaceful tonight. It does feel a bit like a return to innocence.
It certainly does. Sweet dreams. xo
Thank you.
I just happened to read this on my patio as a light rain falls through the cedar and horse chestnut. Wonderful poem, wonderful moment.
That’s great! I’m happy to contribute to a pleasant coincidence 😀.
I always feel I’m in good company reading your poems. 🙂
Your words are getting lighter. (K)
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This poem resonates with me. I love rain. It’s funny seeing some people duck from raindrops and worry about their beautifully styled hair or fret as their cashmere sweaters get damp. I’m the complete opposite and would join you in the rain with no umbrella. We own one umbrella and haven’t even taken it out of its sleeve, yet.
I love the rain but I always have a coat and hat. Not so worried about my pompadour since I don’t have much hair. But I have to keep my glasses clear or I’ll run into things.