Such small things

A poem

All day it rained and this morning
We romped the slippery streets
Counting worms wriggling across
Like it was a middle school dance floor

Click click click went the counter
As stretchy worms slowly inched
Out of their safe mud homes
And into the great unknown

Whoever said rain rain go away
Never counted twenty-nine worms
With wild children who are delighted
By such small things

Or maybe they never sat beneath
The presence of benevolent grey clouds
Beckoning them to a grey couch
Where they tried to write this poem

While boys wrestled and laughed
And asked for a snack
And raindrops danced slow
Down the window

All day it rained and this morning
I held these small things close
Like a strange gift
Wet and wiggling in my palm