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Rain Puddles

The Unsigned Writer

Rain Puddles

Poetry By, J. M. Lilin

I love the rain, he had said.

They thought he was peculiar, but they had underestimated his imagination.

He could get lost in dancing beneath the despairing clouds.

Creating those dreary days into the most beautiful time of the world.

Oh, the color blue – it is traveling in a gallery of sunsets and rises.

Rising up beneath those droplets of peaceful thoughts.

Hopes have fallen through those drops but when the sun rises, so does the dreams.

He is dancing again, dancing in the rain.

Watch as he disappears.

Disappears through the portal of curiosity.

Falling into that puddle and ending up in a different surface.

Oh, what a wonder that is.

How they wish they could join him, only, they would have to give away their sanity.

For being sane is giving way to being normal and normal does not have room for the daydreamers.

If only those crowds could see that it is him, it is those daydreamers, that witness the real spectacle.

A spectacle of wonder, a spectacle of transformation, a spectacle beneath the clouds.

Raining down a gallery of memories, raining down a gallery of worlds.

Creating puddles that lead to another world.

That difference surface that he oh so craves for.

Wish you could be there, beneath the curious clouds of the dreamers.

Wish you could be there, with the rain puddle spectacle.


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  1. Such an delightful read, Jade. Just the perfect last read before I would go to sleep. I’m glad I didn’t miss this one❤️❤️ Thanks for sharing this with us, loved it🤗☺️❤️

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  2. Always remember – us authors write to share these worlds. We do not own them. We were just lucky enough to be touched by the unsigned writer inside of ourselves. It is only right that we share these worlds. Don’t envy the characters. Take them in as a friend.
    You can experience a whole new perspective of imagination as long as you are willing to envelop yourself in words and just read.

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  3. So cool. This seems like a novel in the making: “Raining down a gallery of memories, raining down a gallery of worlds. / Creating puddles that lead to another world.”

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  4. Oh, I love that you caught onto it like that! I based this poem on a novel I never finished when I was a really young girl. It was special to me because it was a time I really got to spend some quality time with my father. He had helped me think of neat names for the creatures that I was drawing to make inside the novel. I still have the draft and drawings. It was a split-world and the boy escaped to it through rain puddles.

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  5. That’s really cool. I hope you’ll one day come back to it again. Sounds like a great middle grade novel. And it’s great when you can have quality time with a parent like that. That’s a neat story!

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  6. Possibly…it would absolutely be an adventure to finish that one up. Thanks.
    Amen. My father was a mechanic but he could be artistic when he wanted to. I enjoyed it when he and I got creative together.

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