Ripples in Rockpools,
speckles on sand.
“A wet day at the
seaside
still can be grand!”
With hot sugared doughnuts
warming our hands.
Finding shelter
from raindrops,
praying
“Please let this rain
stop!”
Squelching on seaweed
and listening to it “POP!”
Digging for treasure,
a red plastic spade.
Soaked to the skin
in the breakers we
played.
“Time to go home.”
I wish we could have stayed…
