Sometimes, it is not enough
to watch from the windows,
to wait out the storm,
to witness your world awash,
a living watercolor.
Sometimes, it is too much
to remember your favorite rain boots,
to wrestle with a zipper,
to rest underneath the long-reaching
fan of an umbrella.
Sometimes, you must give way,
go now, at once, bare-toed
into blurry, shadowed puddles
to linger ankle-deep,
to leave your mark.
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