Raindrops on Roses, Her Hand in Mine

a poem about this girl

and i can 

see it now:

raindrops between

her freckles

and thin streams

of water

spilling endlessly.

over her

nosecheekslips

as she smiles

at me from

the sidewalk

and i stumble 

further into the road

as she yells

"come back inside!"

(come back to her arms)

and she laughs

and calls me

"dork"

(my favorite when it

comes from her mouth)

and as the steady 

stream of water

starts to pick up

i pull her close

to me instead,

her hand in mine

warmer than the

summer rain

that pours down

around us

and i can see it, 

closer now:

raindrops between

her freckles,

eyes bright as

she looks at me

her laugh

as she kicks water

onto my shirt

and its every

beautiful cliché

that i ever

imagined

Author's Note

I was given a prompt by a friend when I asked for help due to some writer's block. She told me to write about this girl that I am obviously half in love with. I told her I already have a poem about her. She then told me to write about the rain. I laughed and told her that I had one about rain too. She then told me to combine the two. I said I would humor her, but really this poem was so easy to write just because the moment she suggested the idea, I could see the image clear as day in my head. So here we are. The final product.