The Memory of an Unexpected Rain

girls with umbrellas in the rain, monochrome drawing by mackenzie chester, journal, poetry, the sacred everyday

The time we left the little house
In a whispering rain
And ran to the shore,
Umbrellas in hand
I became, again, a child,
My daughters, dearest friends
We three, splashing, fully dressed
In the lapping waves
And laughing.

The experience I imagined in full sun
Sand glittering, shore shining,
A perfect day at sea,
Dimmed, bending to the
Shimmery silver and muted beauty
Of an unexpected rain

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