Walking barefoot in the rain...

Still, I look to June to walk barefoot in warm rain, step in silk grass

tall green blades floss between my toes, soft reddish dirt clings to damp feet 
Catching rain tempered by softness on my pink tongue, drops start out small

 I spied a six inch grasshopper one wet June day,  tiny statue

the color of a pared cucumber; motionless we both remained

Mother didn't believe me, said I was dreaming things up somehow

Wonder what happened to those...old red galoshes that buttons closed

The rain slicker I wore to school,  forever cycling through thrift shops

Asphalt softened under my heels, humid air smelled of Sweet Woodruff

Arms outstretched, I shut my eyes spinning in crooked circles twirling

Graceful mind body connection,  emancipation - Pure Joy!  

Fresh moments in my own operetta, aria transporting

Rosemary's scent reached my brain, stirring furious to baring one's self  

to the elements - now,  to find rain on June's summer solstice day

when no one will see,  into my back yard, myself, bare nakedly

Today Victoria has us writing poems with voice over at dversepoets.com