Two Ways To Do Rain (For mum’s birthday)

It is one of the earliest memories I have

Like most of them it is happy

Me, my brothers and you walking home

Through grey streets

Hoods up

Heads down

Rain pounding the city like it was trying to prove something

Like it had heard stories about the soil deep beneath our feet and was trying to break through the concrete to find it

I remember you saying

We have two choices

Be miserable and wet

Or jump in every puddle until we get home

Jumping without thinking

We were giants in that moment

As the water sprayed around us

Growing just to keep our smiles contained

Each puddle growing with us until we were large enough to jump between lakes

Seek another to jump through again and again

Each time we were giants

There is a part of me

That thinks of this memory every time it rains

And as I smell the stone and earth through the mist

I grow taller standing in the wrong shoes for the streets playing at ocean

And I cannot help but smile

This is the part of me that laughs at thunder

The part that thinks of home and the sea in the same breath

Smiling at strangers parting pavement lakes

I think of the lesson you taught us that day

It is one of my fondest memories

The two ways to do rain.


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