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Helen's hair hangs dampened by the rain as we wait underneath the hawning of a shop on the way home from school her thick lens spectacles are smeary so I can't see her eyes will it stop? she asks me I hope so I reply don't fancy standing here till bedtime I look up at the sky grey and black rain falling I'm all wet she mutters even my socks are damp in my shoes let's run then I tell her so we run through the rain splashing through deep puddles on pavements she clutching my wet hand semi-blind in her smeared spectacles rushing past the shop fronts our passing reflections in windows quite ghostly as in dreams thunder claps above us from the sky and Helen loudly screams.
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
DOWNPOUR 1955.
Helen's hair hangs dampened by the rain as we wait underneath the hawning of a shop on the way home from school her thick lens spectacles are smeary so I can't see her eyes will it stop? she asks me I hope so I reply don't fancy standing here till bedtime I look up at the sky grey and black rain falling I'm all wet she mutters even my socks are damp in my shoes let's run then I tell her so we run through the rain splashing through deep puddles on pavements she clutching my wet hand semi-blind in her smeared spectacles rushing past the shop fronts our passing reflections in windows quite ghostly as in dreams thunder claps above us from the sky and Helen loudly screams.
A BOY AND GIRL CAUGHT IN DOWNPOUR IN LONDON IN 1955.
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
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