raindrops kiss the ground. form puddles. i look down, see my face reflected in pools of sky tears.

breathe deep the air fresh with watery growth.

dream of you in small rubber boots splashing around clapping your hands, dimpled skin in yellow rain jacket.

laughing.

i wonder what you’ll be like… an artist like your mom, or a jock like your dad? will you cry when a bird hits its head on the window? will you think in poetry, or in mathematical equations? will you savour a walk, or prefer to ride your bike? and will you know God so deeply you hear his thoughts?

baby, precious extension of my soul, i wait. bated breath. to meet you.

(*photo from Design Pics)