Remember standing in the rain
feeling the water dampen your cheeks
nose tickling from soft droplets
then your hand wet wiping it all away.
Suddenly then some literary mirage
asks you might reconsider that moment
was the asphalt wet
did your socks get soaked.
Perhaps instead in your picture window
you watched all the kids rain-soaked
dry inside while they stood at the stop
just watching an afternoon slip by
Puddles were left for later on
damp riders caught the bus home.
©️Thom Amundsen 10/2020