Imagination

“Do hear that?”

“The rain? What of it?”

 “The pitter patter, what do you think is coming?”

“More rain…all grey clouds, crappy day if you ask me. I’m going to sleep.”

 “I’ll wait.”

“Whatever.”

“Just a little bit longer….” 

The sky brightens for no more than three seconds tops. As my brother walks away I listen to the creaks in the wood and his bedroom door close. Click. The ticking of the clock, its quarter past nine. Someone left the faucet running again. It’s so loud but I still here them coming. How can you not? The pitter patter is so loud.  The color grey why is it considered so bland?  If you ask me I think it makes the world look so much more.  Probably the contrast browns, red, greens, and when the big guy upstairs flicks the lights it’s just so... Days like these are always promising. So promising in fact that you can smell it before it even comes. I think I will go outside feel its embrace and welcome whatever it is that is coming. There steps are so loud, as it should be they bring refreshing life. Show yourself please show yourself…

Crack. “Hello? I know you’re here.” Ah there he is. Hmm the pitter patter was so loud how could there be only one. I see you’re just the first and red. I hear more. It’s amazing it’s so loud the roar the vibrations orange, yellow, and green. Such beauty such freedom I see the big guy likes it too there go his lights again and what a sight it allows me to view. They circle me so free so strong. More enter the open space we call our back yard blue, indigo, violet.  They run but it’s as if their feet don’t touch the ground. So many, the pitter patters, how can one ignore this, their movements as one creates this wind that can’t be ignored. I feel what they feel as each one moves by me in harmony. And as soon as they come they stop. They line up and look at me. And as soon as they come they are gone jumping together as one across the sky. I can’t hear the pitter patter any more. But I do hear the door open.

“You’re going to get sick. Come inside.”

“You missed it! You shouldn’t have gone sleep they were here. The..”

“Ha! I could hardly sleep too much noise.  Now come inside your hair is windblown and you’re all wet. Well isn’t that a beautiful rainbow. Would like to know how they are made?”

“No thank you but I have a pretty good idea.”

I can’t wait to see you again you beautiful creatures until then enjoy your dance with someone else…