She knows rain
drops alone to earth,
gathers together first as
pancake sized puddles
eventually ankle drowning
gutter strangling swamps.
She can never resist short
lived bodies of water.
Dirty earthed odors cause
toes to squirm against
black stockings, placid
pools catch her eye.
She leaps each time with
the passion of twenty springs
past, sends spray to the sky
soaks hair as she bounces
down potholed streets.
She knows rain doesn’t come often.
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