The day 19 poem prompt of the 2018 National Poetry Writing Month challenges me to write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story, describes the scene outside a window, or even gives directions. I was to erase words from that paragraph to create a poem, or to use the words of the paragraph to build a new poem. Here is my result of that effort, without the paragraph.
Envy ‘Neath a Window
With Mom I sat
As she was reading
Not to me – getting bored
On a raining summer day.
I’d catch some death of cold
She would say
From being wet with rain,
On that cool summer day.
Something ‘neath the window?
I walked to see a mouse.
I said no words, nor did he,
As I looked out the window.
My first envy feeling was seeing
Friends playing in the rain.
Making themselves damn fools.
I learned, in the adult version
Is as they call it, having a good time.
Damn fool for just sitting here.
“Mom, may I…?”
Envy. I felt it.
(Bill Reynolds, 4/19/2018)
Look both ways and love those rainy days.
Mind the gaps or hydroplane.

Ah, envy! An emotion we can all relate to. I loved how you took us back in time to your childhood to experience that first memory of envy. Something tells me you’ve spent a lot of your adult years playing in the rain ☔️ I really enjoyed this one, Bill 😊
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Thank you, Sue.
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That’s a well-crafted poem and interesting. I was enviable then. As long as it wasn’t lightning, I got to play in the rain and I allow my kids to as well.
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There’s nothing like playing in the rain. I miss that, too.
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I did in the PNW. Here, the rain gods are less friendly.
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