Rain, Rooftops And Romancing

Rain, Rooftops And Romancing prose poem

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Our rooftops were connected, you remember?
And those rooftops had all those long strings
Tied from corner to corner for hanging laundry, remember?
And when summer’s first hail showers
Came beating down all of a sudden,
How it had to be you from your household
To pluck the laundry back inside, remember?
And as the first lightening of the year
Forked and bolted across the grey sky
You cowered, often closing your eyes,
Before setting your first step onto the puddle of a rooftop!
You did hesitate, I remember.
And all the while I would stare at you
And enjoy all the antics from my rooftop attic.
You knew somehow that I was there, you always knew.
Having gathered all the dripping clothes
In one tight embrace near you bosom
You would glance at my attic, remember?
And I would fall for those shy eyes every time,
The eyelashes laden with little crystal beads of glassy summer rain.
When you took your first step into my world as my bride,
You had those same expressions in your eyes, I remember.
Only this time the eyelashes were laden with expectations of adventure.
I know you remember all that.
It is just that I like talking about them with you every now and then.

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