rain boots
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Hopping from the bus he trots through puddles,
Rain boots squeaking on the concrete.
He watches small friend groups huddle
Together when they meet.
The soft, damp, gray sky arcs above
Letting shimmering drops of rain on everything below
Dark brown splatters on the soft dirt
One blink and the whole world is wet
Vibrant green grass and yellow boots glow
Dear Rainy Days,
Your exciting, splashy puddles
I simply can't resist,
You are my explanation;
The reason I exist.
Dear Rainy Days,
Your exciting, splashy puddles
I simply can't resist,
You are my explanation;
The reason I exist.
