Yvonne Boose

Dear Rain,
I knew you were coming but I wasn’t prepared when you showed up
I lost my umbrella, and no one had an extra one to loan me
They needed to take cover for their own well-being.
So, I soaked you in, played in the puddles of life until everything splashed away
Making excuses of why I stayed in your stream so long
Now I’m wringing out emotions like the clothes you drenched
Telling everyone I was OK when I really wasn’t
But I see the sun on the other side of the street
Welcoming me like a mother’s touch
And you’re begging me to stay a little while longer
Hoping the dirt, you stained me with turns into mud
Making me stuck