A Rainy Day with the Creatures and They Tell Me Some Things

By Sam Ferland

The creatures get rowdy on a rainy day.
They jump up and down for the
droplets to fall,
The water boosts off their glossy skin into the swimming rivers in
cracks.
Where the water would only soak my hair.
It is a day nonetheless–
I imagine them marching into my bed of leaves to drag me out/in
to the party.
Because if they didn’t I wouldn’t be (t)here with you.
I could have never made it,
to the place where the water falls because the weather is a character–
An evil one in my tale (like a witch), but not for them.
Falling down from the clouds... the
creatures told me are actually “pods of elixir”...
So even though I feel the cold rain soak my garbs,
I imagine they feel it warm even though it bounds off their skin;
Because they party and dance ...
They also question what it’s like to bees human
Sorry, the bees are their airplanes two
places they go.
Wherever I am and wherever they are.