Rain brings with it the promise
of gleeful blossoms sure to sprout
with tomorrow’s caboodle
where I find you blooming with me.
The smell of showers reminds me
of wet grass sticking to my bare feet
when I didn’t think of the future
but roamed moment to moment.
Now, tomorrow is a double-flowered
carnation — two blooms thriving
as one amid the rain and whatever
tomorrow’s weather brings.
I don’t roam alone any longer
and the rain falls sweeter.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Weekend Writing Prompt #229 – Caboodle