Frogs and Freedom

by Chrystal Berche


lightning flashes, thunder roars
and still we dance
Laugh
kicked bare feet skyward
sodden clothes molding
to rain slicked skin
you grin and I love you more
in that moment
when you let go the mask
and slip back into the freedom of childhood
where chasing frogs through the mud
was the greatest pleasure
and our only regrets were
letting them go