Memories of Childhood 2: The rain

Its raining again

My body covered in mud

My clothe drenched in water from the rain

A signature of the rain

 Unfortunately for me a pain

Awaits

The  pain from  dreaded strokes of my mamas cane

On my tiny buttocks

For now who cares

The pain can come later

But now let me enjoy the joy of the rain

Ha-ha my childhood memories

 

 

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