Picnic
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The afternoon sun shone brightly
and the skies were dotted with only a few clouds
fluffy, shining.

The wind gave a gentle spring breeze
which the leaves danced in ever so gently
and the grass fluttered
and the bugs laid lazily
and the water was still
and the shade was inviting.

Today was the perfect day
for a little picnic.
I got out my basket.
I'd been waiting for this day
for a very long time.
I put on my t-shirt
and my shorts
and my sandals
and I was giddy with anticipation.

I walked over to my spot.
I felt the sun beaming down on me
A friendly hello
In an inviting world
Who was happy to have me around.
The breeze chimed in too.
The wind gently grazed my arm
and my legs
and even my toes
Giving them a warm snuggle
and a little kiss.

I set my basket down
in the cool still shade
on the old wooden table
carved with love notes from years passed
carefree declarations
of carefree feelings
in a carefree place
on a carefree day.

I took out my sandwich.
The roast beef was salivating
The tomatoes glowed
The onions wrapped around
and the lettuce shared itself.
It was like a bunch of friends
who all knew each other very well
and whose ups and downs
perfectly complimented each other.

I took a bite
and slipped my foot out of my sandal
and brushed my toe
across a little speck of grass.
It was a comfy tickle
from a blade of grass
who I knew could grow up
to be great.

My foot lowered a little
to meet the soft, squishy dirt.
I did not hesitate
to let the two
get to know each other
the dirt creeping up between my toes
and my toes forming indents in the dirt
in a harmonious song

I stopped.

The air had grown colder.

The wind was yelling
The leaves were rioting
The bugs were nervous
The shade was superfluous
The grass was encroaching
The dirt reproaching

All in a desperate attempt
to warn
about
the rain.

I couldn't finish my sandwich.
I couldn't sit in the sunlight.
I couldn't sing with the dirt.
I couldn't dance with the leaves.

The rain was coming.

It might be a while until it came.

But the rain was coming.

I packed up my stuff.
Said goodbye to the sun
the wind, the leaves, the grass, the bugs.
I threw myself into my cold, metallic car
which started up with a soulless roar
and carried me away
from a perfect day.