Raindrops
the clouds
undressed
their tattered
clothes
of stained
gray,
the raindrops
lit up
like
tiny stars
underneath
the halos
of street
lights,
landing on
young
happy,
upturned
smiling faces,
dancing
their way
down to
the pavement
in puddles
under
small feet,
wading
to the storm
drains
and back out
to the sea,
only
to be
called home
again.
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