Lifted

Poetry is not my norm. But I was intrigued by Eat Sleep Write's poetry prompt this week, especially with the local "monsoon" month going on. Here's what poured out.

wind and rain
bring an unseasonal chill
upending plans for the day

instead
a trip to the berry patch
splashing through puddles

pick
purple black sweetness
with rain washed fingers

feet
crying for release
from soggy stockings

inhale
ozone freshed air
exhale fatigue and ennui

berries
set aside for later
with shoes and socks

time
to dance barefoot
with the drops

raise
hands to the sky
pirouette in the breeze