By Patricia Harris ©2017
Even perfect days
can end in rain,
Soft mists that barely cover
Or wrenching downpours
That wash away
The emotional bubble.
Dancing in the wet,
Playing with the moment
Much as a child unsupervised.
Pretending that all
Our troubles are forgot,
Yes, even a perfect day
Can end in rain.
Rain, though it symbolizes
Dreary, dark moments
Can bring a pause,
A simple time to let go,
To play as the clocks hands
Move across the tic tocking
Of adulthood.
Release,
Allowing joy to wash off
Stress, pain, tension,
And then to leave us
In a forgotten moment
In the lost minutes of
Childhoods hour.
Pattimouse 
Yes, indeed. Rain is like that, and sometimes when faced with puddles of emotion, the most sensible thing to do is to dance and splash in them with childish abandon.
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Pattimouse appreciates rain.
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Thanks for the reblog!
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Puddle jumping with lov….
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Lovely poem Patricia. Thanks for following my blog. blessings, Brad
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