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Beauty of the Rainstorm
IP:
WRITTEN IN THE PER
SPECTIVE OF A 5 YEAR OLD
Beauty of the Rainstorm
There’s a gentle breeze against my neck
The afternoon air is cool and relaxing
The rain has been keeping a fairly steady pace
Puddles have formed in the streets and everyone has run inside to hide from a few drops of water
Are they made of cotton candy?
I know I am
But, the water is coolly relaxing
If the breeze kicks up just right—my legs get misted
Truth be told, my feet are sopping wet and slightly dirty
I had been walking bare foot before the rain began
They’re cold—but I won’t let that thought reach the conscious front of my mind
I cannot budge from this spot
Not for food
Not for drink
And certainly not to get a pair of socks or flip-flops
gege if yo uon hit me up on aim hazy be crazy
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