The Memory is Catching Fire

Little fingers
Slip past snap buttons
On a yellow rain coat
Down to the toes of
Matching rubber boots
Where they fingerpaint smiley faces with rain.
She looks up and smiles as me,
and laughs down the street,
Those boots emptying every pothole
As sunshine caresses her cheeks.
The summer rain smells lovely,
And waterfalls of light spill over us from swollen clouds.
She is too precies for my heart,
But I will love her my best