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my driveway in june

I sit in the yard in a folding chair
a cheerfully bright blue sky overhead
billowing white clouds with a touch of grey
my children laughing as they play

drops begin to fall to my surprise
my wildlings run for cover to stay dry
I remember in my own childhood
I would never escape to the inside

I have missed the rain on my skin
it reaches deep into the crevice within
I lay on the cement as it comes down
lose myself in cleansing tears from the heavens

I hear a sigh and open my eyes
"This is nice." my mirror son
a curious smile growing on his face
gentle hearted boy don't lose your way

the moment is gone in a blink
A loud and radical cry before the splash
anarchic laughter and a weight on my belly
my young pup with his warrior spirit

there will never be another day
that I won't walk into the rain
let it come time and time again
healing water in a war I can't win