Dancing In The Rain
And when the wind huffs and blows, Showering cold spit as it goes, The children go out to play, To come and dance in the rain, They all went into a huddle, Running around in large circles, Hopping on the nearby muddy puddles, Before the musky water splashed instead of sprinkles, But despite life's little game, They managed to smile against the harsh bane, Pulling themselves up like a crane, After they trip again and again, As frightening as the sound when lighting had struck, The elders marched forward, The children getting horrified at every second, tick-tock, Hiding themselves as cowards, Once they all had disappeared, My curious mind asked, In the midst of danger and pain, Why not learn how to dance in the rain? -PjS
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Ren
Ah, you just brought me the sweet memories of wet hair in the rain. Nice writing style, pal!
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2019-04-21 08:26:30
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alvahmara
@Ren Thank you! You too @Ms Mystique !
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2019-04-21 12:40:37
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Ren
@alvahmara You're most welcome, Hun!😘😉
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2019-04-21 21:22:11
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