Two toddlers wore rain

In the yard, in the fog

of a heavy downpour

two toddlers wore rain 

like tight-fitted jeans

which clung to their clothes

so soggy, and yet ~

in moments of glee

with a spin and a spree

they laughed and laughed

to a thousand thuds

as each thundering thump

of their shiny red boots

forced a violent splatter.

But what does it matter?

For youth is a moment

cleaved to a cloth

made of exquisite fabric

for a future memory.

Author's Note

Second try.

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

well as I didn't see the first try all I can say is the second reads like a charm. indeed memories are born of toddlers jumping through puddles in their tight blue jeans and red rubber boats.

ken

[Relic]

Thanks for the read and comment, Ken. :)

[Temperance]

Wonderful poem about the innocence of childhood and, the fun to be had without rules. Just reading this made me smile and chuckle at the imagery. Great read my friend!

[Relic]

I appreciate the comment, Temp. Thanks. :)

[Emunah June.]

This is so beautiful! The care free spirit of a child was captured so effortlessly in your words. It definitely brought back a feeling of nostalgia. Wonderfully imagery masterfully crafted to tell a tale. Thank you so much for sharing!

[Relic]

Thank YOU very much for such a kind review, Emunah. 😀

[Emunah June.]

You’re positively welcome! Thank you for blessing me!

[Relic]

.....................😀😊

[Aura]

A sweet poem about the innocence of childhood, when jumping in puddles was much fun and standing in rain was magical, unaware it could make us sick. The joy and longing to be an innocent child again like these toddlers in the poem! Thanks for sharing!

[Relic]

I'm sure in my childhood I jumped through lots of puddles. Thanks for the comment, Aura. :)

[Aura]

My pleasure!

[Charlie's Enigmatic Wre..]

Ah, to be a child again, to embrace the world with such joie de vivre. Lovely poem!

[Relic]

Thanks very much, :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

I can hear the steady pattern of rain and the giggles of children lightly folded within it.
Plus it is raining 🌧 here today but I have been denied the little red boots.

[Relic]

You need some totes. :)
Thanks, Cherrie.

[JE Falcon]

Oh, what great pictures of memories this poem brought back. Thanks for a great read, and the childhood rerun!

[Relic]

Thanks for reading, JE. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Well worth a second visit. The subject matter here is so visual and heart warming. Kids at play, how that can brighten a dull day. Wellie boots and puddles. Lovely.

Chris

[Relic]

Thank you for the comment, Chris. :)

[Chris Shaw]

You know I keep coming back to this one Tim because it is joyful and alive with fun imagery. Lovely.

Chrid

[Relic]

I appreciate that, Chris. Thank you. :)))

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“For youth is a moment
cleaved to a cloth
made of fine fabric
for a future memory”
So very beautiful and so true Tim. Lovely imagery, flow, cadence, rhyme. Kids laughing in the rain with all the a abandon of youth and innocence- a diamond of a thought…

[Relic]

I'm glad you liked it, Annette. Thanks. :)

[Sheila Kline]

Your ability to take the reader from the corridors of thoughts held captive behind a computer screen to the puddles of rain where the children are frolicking and having such grand fun is amazing!

I can feel the sprinkles of water, hear their laughter as they stomp with glee, but most of all, have an intense desire to return to the days when as a child I danced and played in the rain!

You have indeed created fine fabric for future memory!!
(Now, just where is that wash cloth to remove the mud from me and my pretty new dress?)

[Relic]

haha, I appreciate your thoughts, Sheila, Thank you. :)