Rain (part two of two)

It’s been raining for days, slowly raining, but the puddles are filling up. Even small things accumulate, become large. In my back alley, there is a lake, where the pavement is cracked in such a way as to keep puddles from draining. At least, there was a lake, when I was younger, every spring. Now, there’s only soggy pavement. They’ve repaired the alley since then, whoever they is, whenever then was. And it’s fall now anyways, not spring, and I’m older, so I don’t own rubber boots, and for that reason it’s probably just as well that they fixed the cracked pavement, otherwise, without boots, my feet would get wet. But somehow, rubber boots don’t seem to be a big enough reason. Somehow, I still wish that this rain was falling in the springtime, and that a lake, not a puddle, was growing outside my back door.

-muse