To celebrate the coming of spring, my writing group wrote a series of short stories and poems with the help of four single word prompts. I chose galoshes, but I still didn’t know what to write. At the same time, I was working on a science fiction short story and planning a screenplay for my Open University creative writing course. I was also dealing with family demands and adapting to working from home. My battery levels were running low. Seeking comfort, I delved into my ‘to read’ pile of books and came across a book my sister-in-law had slipped into my bag last year while whispering that she thought I would enjoy this one: Punching the Air by Ibi Zoboi and Yusef Salaam. The shape and simplicity of one particular poem inside this novel, inspired me to write a poem that didn’t drain the battery levels any further. My version of ‘We Are’ was inspired by the times I would spend a rainy Sunday afternoon with my toddler daughter splashing in the puddles outside our garage. The Sundays when