When I was a kid I’d like to watch the rain come down.
For some
reason I used to think that the large splashes that each heavy droplet
of rain made,
Looking like they were taking form,
Were elves, or
little gnomes,
Dancing on the puddles and in the streets when no one
else wanted to.
I guess that was my escape from a rainy day stuck
inside my apartment,
All the while the world waited under cover for
the rain let up,
And here played these little dancing gnomes I had
created in my imagination...
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