Rain

Today is a day for
soup and 
put-your-hood-up-when-you-go-outside,
for English accents and cups of tea. 
It's a day for
wet roads 
and grey skies.

The little girl who lives next door 
hides under a pile of squash 
in her front yard. 
She's wearing a red rain jacket
and crying.
her dirty blonde hair drips in rags
beside her face,
cheeks red from the cold.
Next to her is a muddy teddy bear
with buttons for eyes 
and a matted brown coat.

The first memory she has of her father
is picking mulberries by a creek.
He gave her the muddy teddy bear.
Rain reminds her of him,
so she stays outside while the thunder booms
and cries because she loves

(loved)
him.

GreyBean

CA

17 years old

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