NATIONAL POETRY MONTH....Day Eighteen

Today’s poets were again unknown to me; Lizette Woodworth Reese and Susan Rich. 

It’s been a month now since I’ve actually been anyplace on an outing such as a restaurant or one of the veterans clubs where I belong.  I’m glad for social media. I can keep up to date with many people I know and plus family.  Personally I do not miss going out to the clubs; I miss going out to two favorite places to dine and actually shopping at the store.  I miss standing few feet from my neighbors to hold conversation.  I hate the six feet away shouting over to them but I’m doing what I need to do.  In another note, I now have a shopping list and get ONLY what I need.  I’m now in and out of the store in fifteen minutes.  I do feel sorry for those living alone as they have one around with who to converse.  Today I wrote about being young girl.  I once owned a rain outfit in a greenish shade. It included raincoat, rain bonnet, black rubber boots and I had a green color umbrella.  I loved to walk in the rain when it was a slight drizzle.  The piece I wrote today reflects an older person with red rain outfit.  I actually did have a red rain bonnet, red rain poncho and big red umbrella; no red boots though.  We had a few off and in rain showers the past few days which inspired this poem.  

Until tomorrow....it’s Saturday and the weekend.  Enjoy your day.  Stay safe.

Day 18....THREE LINE THOUGHT 

I love walking in an April shower

 It clears my mind of useless information 

   Why should only ducks enjoy a rainy day 

           DONNING RED IN DUCKY 

                       WEATHER 

             © Scottie-ann Murphy 

Gentle rain showers quench the thirsty 

       earth

A slow steady stream of perception falls 

       from the gray clouds

As it hits the dry earth puddles form

  What a great day for the ducks 

Walking in the April showers a favorite      

      childhood pastime

But only when it’s a slight sprinkling 

I know what I must do today 

    and do it I will 

Donning my red slicker, red rain hat, rubber red boots, I pick up the big red umbrella to 

       head outside to relive the past 

Twirling the umbrella, I begin my casual 

        stroll down memory lane 

Lost in my thoughts of the young girl of   

    long ago 

I pay no heed to the cars passing by    

       with the honking of the horns 

  No doubt they think I’m crazy to be 

         walking in the drizzling weather 

   But I care not for their opinions 

  Why should the ducks only be the ones to enjoy a rainy day?