I've gotten so use to the rain.
and if this is sad, then it's the well known truth.
the rain has become my most trusted friend.
I would walk around,with a stick in hand,
ready to test the depth of puddles just to make sure
that i wouldn't be swalloed.
a) there are monsters in those puddles
b) tying a bracelet made of chains of flowers is the only way to protect youself.
I'd squat down beside the puddle makking sure not to get my new dress muddy.
poke once.poke twice.
no monsters.
thank you bracelet.
I found in later years that thos 'flowers' are weeds.
explaining why mommy never put the 'flowers' in a vase,
when i would pick them from my backyard: just for her.
2006;
I close my eyes and hear the rain.
we conversate without the words.
but with feeling. the one that isn't known
to anyone else but us.
my fingers stroke the 'flower' braclet on my wrist.
sorry monsters,you still can't get me
