When rain falls, I embrace wetness, splash through puddles. Forget about mustache man, who tells me to use people. Dissects a son. Calls me senseless dreamer. I dance with rain, childish energy unfurled. Rain whispers lullabies, tender acceptance. Once it stops, dampness sinks weary feet. Muddy ruins of fleeting love.
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