Today was like time traveling

back to the beginning when

my little sneakers scuffled across the shiny floor

of my mom's brand new waxed classroom

and I watched her magic

her captivating stories that made everyone listen

and the scavenger hunts she created midday to 

intrigue her students

the giggles she never snuffed out

and the time she took to appreciate the

artistic abilities and detailed creations 

of every single child

sometimes a little rainstorm slows time

and brings us back to the beginning

to make us see again the reason

the real reason

why we decided to 

become who we wanted to become

and be who we wanted to be

in the rain magic was found

in the most unlikely of

places

through the puddles we sometimes see our reflection

more clearly

among faces

in old places

our soul never erases