It was nice
I don't know why
As childhood fades
We run from the rain
Instead of into it
Umbrellas and newspapers
Cover our heads
Take cover
Don't get wet
But every once in a while
It's okay to stop
To look up and close your eyes
To get wet
To get soaked
I stood in the rain today
It was nice
I can't wait to splash around in the puddles with you.
I love you,
Mama
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