play in the rain. we didn't care
about getting wet.
the harder
the rain
the more it energized
us.
finding puddles
ankle deep.
soaked to the bone.
our mother gave
up on us and let us
run wild
in the street.
she knew this sort of
thing, being
young and carefree
wouldn't last very
long.
she was right, as usual.
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