rain
pitter patter came the rain, light dancing drizzles a minute but angry drops the next
twice in two days she seemed extraordinarily moody
but it don't matter when the company's right
it don't matter what the weather's like
even if it means scrubbing dirt off the back of my shirt
or walking through puddles with brand new white shoes
i wish it were so cold, the moments would freeze.
posted by cheeze @ 12:35 AM
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to others it'd have been much of disdain
of mud, sand which followed the rain
but the warmth felt, just as cookies 'n creme melt,
and many of a splatter - of joy unrestrained.
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