These Days

It started pouring rain

I sought shelter underneath a giant mushroom

Then remembered I had an umbrella


I stood staring at the sky

As raindrops formed puddles around my feet

Fantasizing about the rain

washing everything away

Clean slate


This is who I am these days.

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