Rain Day
Rain drip drops
on my head today,
now the ditch is a creek.
We make boats with sticks
and leaves,
make dams and falls
with fossil filled rock.
The house overhang
is shelter
from where gutters gush.
We step out
tilt back our heads,
open mouthed, skyward,
happy drinking drops.
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This is delightful!
I like the feeling
of this poem