One day like rain,
I'll come to you in my May dress,
The one my secret self stole to twirl in.
Twirl in the kitchen,
Twirl in the hallway,
Twirl in the bedroom,
Practicing a smile as the mirror rushes by.
One day like rain,
In our dry live oak summer,
The vinyl sticking to sweaty skin,
A red blush replacing a blossom's glow,
Is a whisper across my shoulder,
Dancing pianist fingers down my freckled back,
Asking me to go for a walk.
One day like rain,
We'll dodge the sun in cedar's shadows
As we amble up Arthur Avenue.
For that day, like rain,
You'll come and go
And cause a ruckus.
Stirring up oil deposits
And sending rainbows
As I run home, skirts in hand,
Hoping you'll be behind.
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