Kiss Of Rain Poem by Barry Middleton

the kiss of rain recalls a time
the world was green and new
and magic lived in every breeze
where time and seasons flew

a yellow raincoat with a hood
and then my rubber boots
and I was set to go outdoors
and play in water chutes

my dad would stay inside and read
my mom might bake a cake
as I explored the pasture lot
where rain had made a lake

and I would stand beside the creek
and watch the roaring flood
or stomp and splash if I could find
a puddle filled with mud

back home I hung the rain gear up
upon the porch to dry
but now I wonder where time goes
as childhood seasons fly

and too I wonder when it rains
of all the things I miss
a yellow raincoat and my boots
and rain's enduring kiss