Standing
Waiting
A pitter-patter on the ground
I look into the sky
Grey.
Walking
Moving
Cool drops landing on my arms
Soaking my hair and my clothes
The blue hair dye running down my face
Running
Sprinting
The drops hit me more rapidly
Cold and wet
But oh so happy
Drops cling onto leaves
Afraid of hitting the ground
Just as many of us are
Clinging
Never wanting to let go
But eventually, they must fall
and when they do, it is ever so beautiful
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