i like the rain...
i thought. sitting on the front steps, watching molly b. chase the rain drops, bite the rain drops, roll around in rain dropped flower beds. and then just as quickly thought about thinking that. it makes my mind like those paintings when you place a drop of ink down on the spinning plastic thing that flicks it around onto the paper. as oppossed to the de stijl my mind usually is...when i think about thinking, not the rain i mean.
i remember when annie was little, maybe 6, maybe a bit younger, i would babysit her, or rather just hang out with her all the time because she was the only person i could really handle and like being around. and through these summer showers we would sit inside, eat bananas, watch mary poppins...and then....and when i think back, i know why my mother insists i'm 'kinda weird." i remember cutting holes out of garbage bags, putting them on, trimming hers a bit, and walking outside into the puddles in our barefeet. up and down the street splashing and playing our barefeet in the rain. i remember vividly not thinking about it, just doing it, just running around with my fairly new little sister our feet and ankles wet, little blades of grass stuck on little chubby kid toes, the soles of our feet black, then clean, then black then clean, the smell of the rain, the smell of the humidity, the fog, and always, annie running. her little feet pumping, the garbage bag dragging below her ankles, arms outstretched ready to take flight, running ahead of me, and looking back at me, eyelash dew and wet hair, the sweetest smile, the sweetest giggle, the sweetest sweetness of everything and everyday and all the birthday parties, and graduations, and bonfires, and softball games, and really really good food, and all the trips, and the days with mimi, and all the days alone, and all the books, and all the cupcakes, and all the greatest sweetest things i've ever done with someone else, ever done for someone else, ever done by someone else for me, all of these times, all of these days, all bundled and muddled into this ONE day.
with annie in the rain. puddle jumping, smile flashing, eyelash dew and her and i.
she probably doesn't even remember.
she probably does.
i thought. sitting on the front steps, watching molly b. chase the rain drops, bite the rain drops, roll around in rain dropped flower beds. and then just as quickly thought about thinking that. it makes my mind like those paintings when you place a drop of ink down on the spinning plastic thing that flicks it around onto the paper. as oppossed to the de stijl my mind usually is...when i think about thinking, not the rain i mean.
i remember when annie was little, maybe 6, maybe a bit younger, i would babysit her, or rather just hang out with her all the time because she was the only person i could really handle and like being around. and through these summer showers we would sit inside, eat bananas, watch mary poppins...and then....and when i think back, i know why my mother insists i'm 'kinda weird." i remember cutting holes out of garbage bags, putting them on, trimming hers a bit, and walking outside into the puddles in our barefeet. up and down the street splashing and playing our barefeet in the rain. i remember vividly not thinking about it, just doing it, just running around with my fairly new little sister our feet and ankles wet, little blades of grass stuck on little chubby kid toes, the soles of our feet black, then clean, then black then clean, the smell of the rain, the smell of the humidity, the fog, and always, annie running. her little feet pumping, the garbage bag dragging below her ankles, arms outstretched ready to take flight, running ahead of me, and looking back at me, eyelash dew and wet hair, the sweetest smile, the sweetest giggle, the sweetest sweetness of everything and everyday and all the birthday parties, and graduations, and bonfires, and softball games, and really really good food, and all the trips, and the days with mimi, and all the days alone, and all the books, and all the cupcakes, and all the greatest sweetest things i've ever done with someone else, ever done for someone else, ever done by someone else for me, all of these times, all of these days, all bundled and muddled into this ONE day.
with annie in the rain. puddle jumping, smile flashing, eyelash dew and her and i.
she probably doesn't even remember.
she probably does.
posted by Faint faint faintedink at 2:21 p.m.
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