It is raining.
We like watching squinty faces
We like scampering girls facing the elements
We like slanted umbrellas that face the wind
It is raining.
There are smokers getting high and stragglers
There are high heels, unsteady ones
There are high wind advisories too
And by george, it is raining.
I’ve seen footprints
I’ve seen foots print their stories
I’ve seen a footprint idealized and coming home
Tell me something: Is it raining?
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