Oh rain boots, how you shine up at me from the wet ground

where your shiny rubber protects my feet from disasters untold;

the reflections of rainclouds mirror off your skin

like whispering secrets traveling across my legs

toward my soul, moistening my hardened spirit.

Oh how I love your polka-dots, rain boots! Your colorful

attitude makes stormy days feel a little bit happier,

a little less gloomy than the gray-filled world.

You do not match any of my clothes but

that’s why I love you most. You are green,

you are pink, yellow, blue and that is why

perhaps, you match everything and nothing

at the same time. My beautiful, rubber, hideous,

fashionable rain boots: you complete me.