Raindrops

It's raining..
The window is open,
And the sound of raindrops
Hitting the gutter
Reminds me of
When I was a little girl
Listening to raindrops
Hitting my grandma's tin roof.
Peaceful.
A welcome diversion
From the heat of the day,
A reminder
Of the healing power of tears;
For after the rain
Comes the sun.
So today I'll splash in puddles
And laugh like the child
Inside of me.            

Tomorrow I'll pick flowers.

•                -Cheryl Williams;                                     photo by Cheryl A. Williams, 2014