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She walks in the rain, annoyed As the hair she combed so perfectly Dances freely with the wind, A tangled mess; wild and unruly She zips her jacket till her chin As she continues on her path It's another feeble attempt to Shield herself from the clouds wrath She walks, sidestepping puddles Her brand new boots caked with muck She reaches the bus stop, cursing The dreary weather in which she's stuck She waits for the bus, impatient As raindrops fall upon her face Oh, how she hates the icy breeze That knocks her hood out of its place! She waits; half drenched, half frozen As thunder roars from the skies As though haughtily boasting about All the umbrellas that it's destroyed Finally, the bus arrives; Her saviour, her salvation!!! Now she braces herself for The long long ride to her destination.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 6:49 AM UTC
A Walk in The Rain
She walks in the rain, annoyed As the hair she combed so perfectly Dances freely with the wind, A tangled mess; wild and unruly She zips her jacket till her chin As she continues on her path It's another feeble attempt to Shield herself from the clouds wrath She walks, sidestepping puddles Her brand new boots caked with muck She reaches the bus stop, cursing The dreary weather in which she's stuck She waits for the bus, impatient As raindrops fall upon her face Oh, how she hates the icy breeze That knocks her hood out of its place! She waits; half drenched, half frozen As thunder roars from the skies As though haughtily boasting about All the umbrellas that it's destroyed Finally, the bus arrives; Her saviour, her salvation!!! Now she braces herself for The long long ride to her destination.
So basically, this is me every morning walking to the bus stop. One of the drawbacks of studying in the UK; the weather *****
sonali-sethi
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 6:49 AM UTC
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