From a window up high
I can hear the rain
Drumming down
Grey
Sloshing through streets and
Ruining leather shoes
Children scream in delight
And scatter
Running with their school bags or jackets
Up over their heads
Some not even bothering
No umbrellas
Revelling in their drenched clothes
Water dripping down their noses
And I think about how
It happens one day -
You start to step over puddles
Instead of jumping in them
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 12:31 AM UTC
From a window up high
I can hear the rain
Drumming down
Grey
Sloshing through streets and
Ruining leather shoes
Children scream in delight
And scatter
Running with their school bags or jackets
Up over their heads
Some not even bothering
No umbrellas
Revelling in their drenched clothes
Water dripping down their noses
And I think about how
It happens one day -
You start to step over puddles
Instead of jumping in them
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