Chalk People

Children cherish a summer rain it turns them into unchained frogs hopping around the gushing drains splashing about mud puddle bliss catching those silver manna drops with pinkish frog tongue flicks. The chalk people, in meltdown mode bark out from plastic abodes warning of killer lightning flashes thunderous bolts and lion slashes. The chalk people strip the hoppers of their short lived, muddy happiness. Scolding them into a soapy warm broth quieting them into smaller pieces of themselves.