The clounds, like cotton balls in the sky,
as we lye watching them.
The wind whispering to us as it blew,
almost making the trees trip.

The rain starting to poor
Covering us as if we were fish in the sea.
The leaves falling were almost part of the rain.
We ran in with the speed of cheetahs.

The couch feeling like a pillow,
Compared to the ground.
My hair is pure water,
When it drips all over you,
On this now, rainy day.
 
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