Friday, June 12, 2015

Puddle


Puddle
Aftermath of rain in a huddle.
An earthy bowl of where rain chose to cuddle.


Rain rebuttals the desert’s heat struggle,
drops so large, every drop becomes a ball to juggle.


Nozzle opened from the clouds, down pour,
with no way to tell the shower “I want no more.”
 
Soaked and without a towel,
it's like playing Wheel of Fortune without a vowel.


-DeBarros

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