Feeling athletic
we scramble down
(jackets off, hats on, sun hot)

to the popular spot
we rest among
passing long weekenders and

languages we don’t understand.
Rain lands on our shoulders
rain lands on our hats

rain lands on our trail, then
up, up, up we go
above the rain

above the rain
we sit in cloudless sunshine
and the rain rises

rain rises
from a little waterfall
a windy screen of

tiny drops
tiny droplets
from our little waterfall.

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine

  • This is my response to the Blogging University course Writing: Intro to Poetry (Day 6 Screen about Water)
  • Daily Prompt: Popular and Athletic
  • I’m part of Post A Day 2017
  • Location: Blackheath (Australia)