Once there was a time when rain was a new adventure. A time to stomp and splash with husbands and nieces. A time to pull the car over, turn up the radio, throw open the doors, get out, hold each other close and dance on the side of the road. Now, it's a memory. How quickly things slip away. But how beautiful when tempered by subtle reminders. It's still here. In my heart.
© DD Corbitt
Stomping in the parking lot at Jerry's before dive class. The best of times! Love you :-)
ReplyDelete...and wonderful to read your thoughts in print again!
ReplyDeleteTruly difficult, but a bit cathartic.
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