A rain cloud appears to drift by
But he changes his mind, and stops
Right. Above. Me
Why I cry, why???
The gentle tickle of his drizzle begins.
Naturally I dart to cover, safety, dry.
Something spins and clicks in place,
A memory spring loaded in the chamber
I squeeze the trigger and dash, as fast, 
into the rain...
Wet drops pelting my face as I stare up
Arms open wide, holding the sky
A smile stretched, my mind etched, 
from a child's eye...
Rain fall down on me, 
I hold my head up high


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.