“I opened my eyes and looked up at the rain
And it dripped into my head,
And flowed into my brain.”
Shel Silverstein
Every step sounds like a waterfall.
Every stop a crashing shoreline.
I feel like I need a towel
every time I nod,
and a bucket every time I shake my head.
So, don’t ask me another yes or no question,
or end this twenty question game.
Truth or Dare, then?
I’ll tell you the truth,
I’ll never look up at the rain again.
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