it rained today..
as i stood at the end of the corridor
random drops sashayed on the senselessly
sensuously
exposed stone. glistening and wet
it invited.
back then
i loved the feeling of the raindrops as i ran
along the corridors and wings
moist wind and mist
would settle in and nestle in
my uniform and my hair
and i would emerge wild.
then, i was a child.
now, as i walk
i avoid the spray
i cannot afford to be sick today
for i have too much work to do.
besides, my hair colour would run.
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