Used the bus when it poured.
Rang the bell to stop the bus.
Unhinged the black umbrella.
Walked the flooded walkway.
Sandwiched by busy folks under shades.
Stepped into puddles and muddied water.
Rock songs banged on my ears.
Hummed to the lightings and stormy skies.
Lovely night to sleep to.
May all have sweet dreams accompanied by pitter patter rain knockin' on the windowsill.
When I Am Old, I
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