Extra
points if you get the reference to where the title comes from and possibly why! I know I don't have quite the right picture posted here, but just go with it!
Down the Avenue
I
don’t expect pink perfection on drippy days,
Where
the haze outlast the clear,
Thinking
back to mountain clouds
Sitting
like fluffy couch cushions
Above
a colored bowl of tulips
Spilled
over the pea green grass
Like
Easter’s parade for posies
All
done up in Nature’s luxurious bonnets
and
bows with buckles and bells on
but
here sitting looking out my washed windshield
I
see this droopy tree
Dotted
with puffy pink blossoms
Prancing
in the wet
With
each drop
Like
tiny girls playing puddles
Cheeks
glowing
Smiling
and beckoning
Us
all to join in
Getting
wet and winded
While
laughing at the storm
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