Running From the Rain

Running from the rain all hunched over like quasi moto as if hot bullets were falling instead of cool raindrops.. pained looks upon painted faces clowns in a carnival show running from the rain waving umbrellas like a scorpion waves its tail donning Frankenstein faces running from the rain. Not long ago they cherished mud puddles splashing in hand me down dreams afraid of nothing catching tiny gifts from the heavens on cherry dipped tongues now they cower from blessings afraid of most everything running from the rain.