One Moment and the Next
The rain splatters on the pavement,
it wets and splashes everything it touches,
people are running away and screeching,
I don’t know why they are afraid of water,
it makes me feel alive and like I’ve never truly,
Existed.
The rain crawls to a stop much too soon,
and the blistering sun is out to bathe everything free,
people relax and join me outside,
I don’t know why people love light so much,
it makes me feel exposed and I’m vulnerable now,
I run.
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