On rainy days we stayed indoors to pass the afternoon hours. We played with dolls at first – I had many. In time we moved onto tea parties. Mom made us finger sandwiches as we pretended to be sophisticated ladies. We even tried playing my keyboard – though none of us were natural musicians. But I was a storyteller and told extravagant stories guest starring rap stars or other celebrities in whatever situation popped in my head. Not to mention I was also the manicurist and painted tiny fingernails. In time we grew apart and spent our rainy days in other places. Now we are adults living out our lives in different towns or opposite coasts. Still I keep memories of those days in my heart.
rain drops tap windows
the clouds open up its eyes
shedding tears of joy
- Written for dVerse Halibun Monday: 50 Shades of Rain