MONDAY: Rain Puddles


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Rain drops spear into the puddle
Sending eddies rippling to its muddy shore.
My rain boots on the verge
Form glistening black monoliths.
I raise one boot high
And force it down into the center of the puddle.
Water rushes high soaking my jeans.
I lift my face skywards.
Rain tears run down my face.
My palms are turned upwards
In silent supplication.


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  1. I could feel the rain and the sense of gratitude! Well done, Katherine.

  2. Lovely use of language, effective building of tension to the point of release.

  3. I love the feeling this poetry evokes; not all poetry does that for me; and I look forward to seeing some of this writer’s children’s stories published for the enjoyment of readers of all ages!

  4. Katherine,
    A wonderful poem.

  5. I really liked your poem.

  6. Have to dry off now.

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