Ten Rains

It’s raining.

The water’s wet. (duh)

Lightning flashes, thunder crashes,

Damp’s stuck to lashes.

Bolt hits, I’m shook – courage burnt to ashes.

 

I splash about.

Rainwater is my drug.

I’m soaked in it.

I’m soaking wet.

I’m so clean – wait!

 

I make a scene. I jump round in deep puddles.

I’m glad I’m clean! Now I’m blowing spit bubbles.

I try to cuddle with strangers and with strange men.

Yes, when I’m in the rain I feel ten again.

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