I loved lemon drops and yellow labs

The smell of rain and brand new books

I loved to people watch on buses

And to smile at strangers because my mother said it would

      make their day

I wanted to make people happy

When I think of happiness

      I think of my sister’s burnt caramel colored hair that falls into ringlets on her shoulders that gently bounces when she laughs

I think of my mother’s hazel green eyes

      that sparkle when she’s proud of me

It’s that warm fuzzy feeling in your chest

      That spreads down to your fingertips

         that tells you stick around for another one of those rainstorms

just to smell the rain after it’s passed