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Rain again after days of thunder and hope. I didn't ask this much The water tickled my skin Merrily I stepped on puddles of rain allowing it drench my jeans It poured, it poured I didn't avoid puddles anymore, I sought them. Rain again The umbrella was no use I was soaked wet, anyway What a life! Lighting seems to strike a colossal thing Nothing happened I was enjoying myself. (03-04-1999) |
