After the Rain Stops
after the rain stops
the cool evening wind
brushes my cheek
and tosses my hair.
i slowly walk
quiet, down the street
as cars splash through puddles
and a bird sings a sweet lullaby.
the last raindrops fall
and the trees shiver,
shaking away the wetness
to return dry the next day.
the water-stained street
is scattered with puddles
just waiting for someone
to feel the need to splash.
i walk over to one
but i do not jump ~
i look into the puddle.
and though the summer sun has set,
no longer hidden in the stormy sky
and dusk is all around, i still
can see my reflection
that shadowy twin who only appears
after the rain stops.
Sarah
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