mm..the slight pitter-patter outside the window to keep you company when you've turned your back on the rest of it. the thunderous downpour that, in a moment, transforms a well dressed, mild mannered young man into a child..running through the puddles, singing an idle tune. rain. washes you clean, everytime.
yes. everytime--there's something quite inviting about those little puddles of water. perhaps it's the way the raindrops fall, just so, to join the puddle. i run into the rain, and take a leap. For a brief instant, i can see the pool of water in slow motion, each piece of the sky falling, falling, falling...until
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mm..the slight pitter-patter outside the window to keep you company when you've turned your back on the rest of it.
the thunderous downpour that, in a moment, transforms a well dressed, mild mannered young man into a child..running through the puddles, singing an idle tune.
rain. washes you clean, everytime.
yes. everytime--there's something quite inviting about those little puddles of water. perhaps it's the way the raindrops fall, just so, to join the puddle. i run into the rain, and take a leap. For a brief instant, i can see the pool of water in slow motion, each piece of the sky falling, falling, falling...until
SPLASH.
my foot becomes one with the puddle.
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