When you're 4 and it rains on you

When you’re four
and it rains on you
On your way to school
When you’re a wide-awake-bouncy kind of four
A boy in bright green gumboots kind of four
Then your response is to rejoice

Joyful bounding into muddy puddles
And wildly spinning drops off your frog umbrella
A choice
To celebrate
And overflow into spontaneous songs about splashing

Rather than irritation and swerving
 and hooting and rude fingers
Oh, can’t we all be four?


Oct 2012