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Fresh Rain This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Juliette K, Doylestown, PA

Rain poured down
on the pavement
Our day outside was ruined
Hours passed.
Thunderstorms persisted.
Hands gripped on the windowsill
Delicate faces looking,
hoping
it would stop
Hours passed.
It stopped.
Collections of water left behind
at every street corner
It was time.
Quick feet
slipped into ragged clothes and
polka-dot rain boots
Delicate faces, looking
searching
We found them.
Large cloudy puddles
We jumped in, we
laughed, we
splashed each other
We were young,
naive,
and fascinated
by the simplest things.



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1 comment(s)
GeenaElise
This is a really good poem. I find it very sweet in a way.
Dec. 31, 2012 at 4:39 AM • Report
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