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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