Two toddlers wore rain

In the yard, in the fog

of a heavy downpour,

two toddlers wore rain

like tight-fitted jeans

which clung to them soggy

in moments of glee

through each spin and spree. 

They giggled and laughed,

a thousand thuds,  

as each soaking thwack

of their shiny red boots  

forced a violent splatter.

But what does it matter?  

For youth is but a moment

cleaved to a cloth,  

made of a fabric

for future memories.  

Author's Note

Second try.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

what a wholseome scene. there is a magic to childhood innocence, which us serious grownups can only allow ourselves to appreciate vicariously. in this little piece, you capture this moment with such equisite language. "in moments of glee / with a spin and a spree" is a delightful couplet. thanks for sharing this, and making my day a bit better.

[Marie]

Wow! You paint a very beautiful picture through excellent word choice of the pure joy experienced by two toddlers on a rainy day in this exquisitely inked poem, dear R... They had great fun as they were dressed for the weather and could skip, hop and jump in puddles without fear of getting too wet. While they were enjoying their time together, they didn't realise that they were making beautiful memories for the future, memories which they would take with them in their hearts all their lives. So beautiful, dear R. Love this poem, it is filled with such pure joy! Lovely write! Thank you for sharing, dear R...

[Relic]

I appreciate your comment, Marie. It's always a pleasure to hear your reviews. :)

[Marie]

You are too kind, dear R and always most welcome, my friend...

[Sean M. Addams]

Loved this one the freedom of being young. Amazing details in this. Overall great job

[Relic]

Thank you, Sean. Much appreciated.

[Sean M. Addams]

No problem. I wrote two new ones on famous gunslingers Doc Holiday as a vampire and Billy The Kid as a zombie to finish up October

[Ken e Bujold]

well as I didn't see the first try all I can say is the second reads like a charm. indeed memories are born of toddlers jumping through puddles in their tight blue jeans and red rubber boats.

ken

[Relic]

Thanks for the read and comment, Ken. :)

[Temperance]

Wonderful poem about the innocence of childhood and, the fun to be had without rules. Just reading this made me smile and chuckle at the imagery. Great read my friend!

[Relic]

I appreciate the comment, Temp. Thanks. :)

[Emunah June.]

This is so beautiful! The care free spirit of a child was captured so effortlessly in your words. It definitely brought back a feeling of nostalgia. Wonderfully imagery masterfully crafted to tell a tale. Thank you so much for sharing!

[Relic]

Thank YOU very much for such a kind review, Emunah. 😀

[Emunah June.]

You’re positively welcome! Thank you for blessing me!

[Relic]

.....................😀😊

[Aura]

A sweet poem about the innocence of childhood, when jumping in puddles was much fun and standing in rain was magical, unaware it could make us sick. The joy and longing to be an innocent child again like these toddlers in the poem! Thanks for sharing!

[Relic]

I'm sure in my childhood I jumped through lots of puddles. Thanks for the comment, Aura. :)

[Aura]

My pleasure!

[Charlie's Enigmatic Wre..]

Ah, to be a child again, to embrace the world with such joie de vivre. Lovely poem!

[Relic]

Thanks very much, :)

[Cherrie]

I can hear the steady pattern of rain and the giggles of children lightly folded within it.
Plus it is raining 🌧 here today but I have been denied the little red boots.

[Relic]

You need some totes. :)
Thanks, Cherrie.

[JE Falcon]

Oh, what great pictures of memories this poem brought back. Thanks for a great read, and the childhood rerun!

[Relic]

Thanks for reading, JE. :)