The water wells over
And makes a mess
I get soaked all over,
And I mean
All over
Every layer of clothes and skin –
My dress, my neck, my nail-beds –
Are kissed by little droplets, and
The world smells like moss
And peaches
And a campfire.
Mom yells at me to come inside,
It’s dinner time and you’re going to catch a cold
And ruin your hair,
And why are you wearing that dirty dress?
Haven’t I told you we’re going to your aunt’s tonight?
Put on something decent.
But instead of running inside,
I tilt my head up
And drink the rainwater
And laugh.
Sofia Rosenbaum is a Communication Arts and Sciences major from Gaithersburg, Maryland. An avid writer, singer, podcaster, theatre fan and aspiring witch, Sofia wholeheartedly believes that ghosts exist and will talk your ear off about obscure TV shows. Her favorite literary genres are poetry, science fiction, and fantasy.
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