By Ann Christine Tabaka
A rainy day falls from the sky.
Bare feet splash in puddles.
Cloud filtered light imparts a
dreamy glow. The feeling of
motionless time invades reality.
listening to the sounds soft rain
makes. Melodic trickling transfixes
the mind. A lazy yawn emanates,
permeating the silence.
Outside, small rivulets form,
carrying dried-leaf boats out
to swirling miniature seas.
Teasing the imagination,
Bright azure patches peek
through an overcast sky, wishing
for a rainbow. Rainy day charm wanes
as the day lapses into evening, and a
soggy world closes its eyes once more.