I want rain boots,
I like the look of them,
Covered in polka dot memories,
Of splashes, and dancing with our wingspans stretched,
Echoing laughs and white noise,
Squeaking rubber when we cross the threshold of our home,
Mud prints, we haven’t cleaned off our childhood yet,
I want rain boots,
But it doesn’t rain here much,
Not many polka dot memories to make,
Not much dancing,
Less echoing laughs and much more white noise,
Dry squeaks that give dry headaches,
But someday I’ll go somewhere far,
Where the rain comes down pouring,
And the laughter splashes,
And the polka dots will cover my feet,
Rehydrating my polka dot memories,
That have drifted so far.
by Lizzy H.